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Meri Christmas evriłon

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I might be cooking something soon
          
          Basically, at first I wanted my book to be a historical fantasy and wanted to give up at the thought of doing the research, but since I would have to delete something important for the plot, it will be set in modern times, probably 2010' something 
           
          It will probably sound like a drunk story time, will be very gay and I don't want anyone I know irl to read this but let's go

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@ -hanako-san-  NO ONE I KNOW IRL BRO, YOU'RE GONNA BE DISAPPOINTED IN ME
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We listen, we don't judge: about a month ago, me, my best friend and two quiet guys from my class started a school project of a bakery. It turned out to only be a written project where we would write a summary of how the potential buissness would go, but the idiot I am, I was fully prepared to open up an actual bakery named after a meme and to sell bread with drugs with the witcher himself, a guy who apparently switched off the electricity in an entire town and my antisocial best friend 
          
          Autism

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@ wiciaposting  ugh why did wattpad hide the fire emoji
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Tw: vent??
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          
          I really, really think that it would be better if I were dead. I'm so much weaker than my friends and literally everyone I know, both physically and mentally. Nothing bad happens to me, but I still can't cope with literally daily life and I don't want to bother anyone with my complaining anymore. I don't think I'll ever achieve anything great in life, and if I somehow do, I don't think I'll ever be happy. Sometimes I think there is something rotten or inherently inhuman or evil in me. I remember not crying when hearing about my relatives' death (and worrying people are gonna judge me at the funeral for not crying) but having complete breakdowns over random things like exams and people watching me. I don't know why I'm like this and I don't think it can ever be changed. I don't think I deserve anything good in life, or any life at all. If I had the balls to do it, I'd already be dead, but I'm scared of regretting it in the last moment. 
          
          I'm writing this here, because no one will see it and I don't want anyone to comfort me. It won't change anything and will most likely be fake.