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Salutations! Good to be back on the air!

ik a while ago u asking if u could make a sequel on the right time so i was js wondering if your gonna do that?

My biggest flex is I have Karl Jacobs' laugh *insert skull emoji cause I'm fucking cool*

Woo hoo! I think I've created a good idea. I'm writing a book called Matches. Welcome Gregory Smith and Daniel Raven. 
          
          ( little little teaser is below )
          
          
          
          
          Daniel gets in his dad's car, sitting down in the comfy seat. He feels the air conditioner on his cheeks and relaxes into it. He smiles gently. Daniel sets his bag down next to his legs. The car is a bit messy but not too messy. He looks at his dad. "So, how was your summer?" His dad asks.
          
          ( it's not out yet. It's about an apocalypse, but not with zombies )
          

!! Vent !!
          
          I just want to hurt myself.
          
          Today, my own mother said to me, "*dead name*, I give you everything. And you still do nothing. I ask nothing of you, and you are still utterly useless." I couldn't even respond. Because it's true.
          
          I am useless. I'll never be the perfect person I always stride to be. I get good grades but never know anything. I never ask for anything, but that makes me seem like I want something. I try my hardest, but I'm still not trying even close to enough. I help people, but I'm still lazy. Everyone would be better off without me. I'm too much of a coward to hurt myself again. I can't do anything right. I hurt myself, but I just can't cut deep enough for it to really teach me a lesson.
          
          Once, I thought I could actually be something that was something to be proud of, but it'll never happen, and I know that. I'll never be anything. I'm not smart enough, not pretty enough, not trying enough, not hurting enough, not unique enough, not creative enough to do anything that will actually make an impact. I'm too stupid. Too lazy. Too ugly.
          
          I'll always be the one that looks up to people, not the person being looked up to.
          
          I'll always be the follower, not the leader. 
          
          I will always be utterly useless.
          

Hey everyone! I know i haven't posted any books in a while, but there is a reason!
          
          I have been working on a book called Photos Attached. It's an original novel ( not fanfiction ). I suggest you read the teaser that has been posted. We are also looking for writers, artists, animators, and voice actors, so feel free to ask. It is very important to me and my team, and I have been working on it for a few months now. We really hope you all enjoy it when it comes out. We are also planning on big things for it, so get your chance now to become part of the team! That's about it.
          
          Farewell.

( vent kinda and also question )
          
          Why do I pretend to be another person?
          
          It seems I can't be happy or feel much of anything unless I pretend to be a person I'm not. They have a different appearance, personality, gender, completely different than me. I look in the mirror, and I see them, but sometimes that fades, and I only see myself standing there in the dark, imagining a world I'm not in. I imagine other people who are this person's friends. I don't know what to do. It's invading my mind, and I can't stop it. I want to stop it now, but I just can't. It makes me happy to see them there. I can't sleep without it. I can't do anything without it. Maybe it's just my mind, but I don't know how to do anything about it. I don't know what has happened to make me feel like this. And I hate how every time something is wrong, I'm like, "Oh! It's the truma from my childhood!" BECAUSE EVERYTHING SEEMS TO BE THAT AND I CAN'T JUST KEEP BLAMING EVERYTHING WRONG WITH ME ON IT. I SHOULD BE OVER IT BY NOW. FUCKING HELL. 
          
          I want to know this person. Who are they? Why are they there?

( Sorry I wasn't able to post yesterday, I was completely destroyed all day, and I didn't have the motivation to, but I'll do it today. )
          
          Even if your crown must be removed, polished, maybe replace a few stones, and fix a few cracks to be placed on another, your memory still resides in those closed cracks and in the holes that those stones once were. 
          
          You will live on, my dear friend, because you saved me. You saved me back then. So, I won't cry because I know that is what you would've wanted.

So, um, I changed my name on tiktok to its_gshot. This would be fine normally, IF GSHOT DIDN'T MEAN WHAT IT MEANT. I'M LITERALLY SOBBING. I CAN'T CHANGE IT FOR 7 DAYS. HELP.

Lmao. I keep seeing that trend on tiktok where it's like "MY 2023 SO FAR" and there's a bunch of photos. Everyone looks so happy, but if I did it, I would just be crying in all of the photos.