oui

ugly people man

take care, ally. x

to anybody who reads my works now or in the future, i appreciate you. this was how i expressed my pain when i felt it, and now... well now my pain is more stress than anything. growing up in general is a pain. i read back and i almost don't recognize myself, i was so different back then. i'll pop in every once in a while, but i won't be active. thanks to those of you who care. Life is good. Sappy, cheesy poems about pain will likely not be in my future anymore, lol, because real pain, not the heartbreak of when i was sixteen, is much worse and writing about it doesn't make it better. It does however produce some pretty entertaining works of art.
          
          Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoy.

wazza

"find and connect with people who love the things you love"
          
          what if what I love is sitting against the wall under my window and strumming my guitar till my fingers have the guitar strings imprinted into them, completely disconnected from the social world? how can I connect with someone who loves the things I love if what I love is avoiding connections? 

apathy

before i got sucked into actual social media, this was my social media 

hello there

it's like life is one giant snowball rolling down a hill
          it picks up new snow and sometimes some of it breaks off as it rolls down that hill
          sometimes the snowball falls apart midway
          sometimes the snowball doesn't make it past the beginning

I want wattpad to be what it once was to me. A safe haven where I could read, write, and post whatever the hell i wanted, and that's what I will make it.