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i really enjoyed your elijah nelson story so did my friends i showed it to

I know my stories suck, I’m not the best writer. I started this account because I fell in love with writing and upon reading different stories, I wanted to write too. So why am I writing this? I’m creating a new book that I haven’t seen anyone do. So on the safe side, I hope y’all like it. It’s also 18+ some will be 21+ due to alcohol consumption and other reasons. Also bear with me on many things. Work has me super busy and I work for an assisted living as an aide on the main floor 10pm-6am, December I am going 2pm-10pm. I’ll have to find time next month and if I go to the 6am-2pm I’m not going to be able to write until my days off. It’s hard to explain

It might be a while until I update, but I got into a car accident with my mom. Thankfully not that injured. I’m in pain but I decided I’d work (big mistake!! I hurt) my mom however, she has bruised neck, back and head muscles aka whiplash. Yea, it was fun. I’m fuckin traumatized 

I’ve published at least three stories on imagines. They’re cringy but some of them will make up for it with heavy smut, so y’all be ready for anything 

Hey y’all. It’s been a while. I’m currently writing some new smuts and they’ll be out soon. I promise

She took my phone in going to try and get Snapchat here on my tablet

What the fuck

I’m trying to make an update, but currently I’m sitting in the ER with my mom. I’ll update as soon as I can

Here I am on wattpad writing this to my followers…. I have a major problem and I need your help. I work at Smith Dairy Queen in Hallettsville. There is this one old guy who happens to be obsessed with me. It’s bad. Today, my friend/ coworker protected me. He was very nice about it and checked on me occasionally. The old man, whom I have no idea what his name is, was watching me. He kept staring at me. He even got up to walk around the corner. Since my manger, my mother put the other headset on and I had to take care of my drive thru, I would occasionally talk to her in a panicked tone. He can’t be banned because our district manager said no one is allowed to be banned. And there are days where he’ll come in and look for me. It’s gotten to the point where I run into our back room just too hide. It makes me nervous. I’ve been thinking about a restraining order. What do y’all think?

World War Three started yesterday so I’m writing a book for this war. It’s going to be my journal entries that I’m writing in a notebook. It’s apart of history. So let’s start writing. Y’all get to be apart of my life for however long this war is.