@MyBeckyLynchr
Not me just realizing things. I grew up with centimeters in a francophone environment. Took me a while before learning about feet, inches etc. I forgot coma and dot were switched for decimals and thousands. For me: 1,000 = 1 but for others it's 1 thousand and 1.000 = 1 while it's a thousand for me. I was thinking about 5 cm so I wrote 1,9685 inches instead of 1.9685 inches . I was so confused about how people reacted FOR MONTHS and I just got it now
Hey, how have you been recently? I hope everything is okay.
@MyBeckyLynchr When you get the chance to get out of there, you take it. Your parents are just making your mental problems worse.
Hi... I'm back... I think... So, recently got outed by my sister to my parents... Eh. Homophobia, y'know. All electronics was taken away but I got my phone now... I'll just explain everything in the stories
Currently using my sister's laptop. I'll see what I can do.
After 2 days of travels, I arrived to Canada. The flights have been delayed, we missed our bus, they lost our luggages, we struggled to find a way home and some of my stuff such as my laptop have been stolen. I don't know if I'm too numb to actually be angry or sad, I'm just a little salty.
@MyBeckyLynchr both because why the hell not your flight has been delayed missed the bus they lost your important stuff and all your getting is an apology that would frustrate you more
Thank you for adding my story!
I need more motivation so I will start writing headcanons, scenarios, interactions, fanfics and AUs on Tumblr so feel free to request anything https://rubykrystal-diamond.tumblr.com/
I am kind of in a tight situation right now so I might continue my current books after this month. Might start a Twst reaction book though, would be less difficult and more relaxing
I had this weird idea after reading twst fics. We always take the MC's place but what if the MC was its own person and we are our own character? The boys love the MC but they love us and the boys hate us but we hate them too. Being more realistic because with the way we met each boy, I would have hated them too even though now I love them, and watch the story unfold. Should I try to write about it?
I want to die. Why was I even born?
