Holy piss you guys must hate me but oh well there you go. It's a long one. Hope you're happy for the next probably 3 months until I update again because I suck.
I WAS HAVING A GOOD WEEK! MY FACE WAS CLEAR, NO ECZEMA BREAKOUTS ON MY FACE, I WAS HAPPY, I WAS WEARING LESS MAKEUP, I WAS TALKING TO A GUY AND NOW MY BODY, "FRIENDS", EX WHATEVER-WE-WERE, AND FAMILY WANT MESS IT UP AND I WAS DOING SO GOOD
Okay. I don't care if I get his car wrong. Or if I get his style wrong. Or if I get the description of his house wrong. It's a fictional story. Yes I know what all of these are in real life but I want to change it up when I write.
I don't think anyone understands how happy I get when people comment on my stuff. It just makes me so happy knowing that I can mess with teenagers' feelings. I actually love it so much.