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hey babe 

I'm Indecisive. 
          A random fifteen-year-old girl who has a ton of best friends, who are just too smart to understand her.
          ~old wattpad account
          
          Guess I'm not fifteen anymore, fewer friends and freshly seventeen.
                                                                  bad bitch material right here

I’m weird. I hate sad endings but I enjoy writing about them. 
          So I’ve been feeling dangerous. I want a story about star-crossed lovers, death, gunshots, a badass female-lead and a love sick boy.
          Maybe I should write about one?

Im sorry bitch please acknowledge me 

girl heeey

'You  are gone
          but thank you
          for all these soft, sweet things
          you have left behind
          in my home,
          in my head,
          in my heart..'
          
          ~Nikita Gill
          
          Reading over this quote, I feel like I want to cry because it relates to a certain love story I've been thinking about. I'm obviously not going to. 
          
          Is it normal to become emotional over your 'own' characters?