My life as a writer.
Papers strewn all over my bed. Laptop by my side to check for word definitions and new words. iPad also by my side to watch something or listen to music as I write.
I can’t wait for people to read Trains In Sin. A new Young Adult romance.
Release Date - TBC
Wattpad Username - KleboldKlan
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A B C D E F G H
I love you still
And you know I always will
‘Til the end of time
I won’t change my mind
Love you I’ll be here
I’ll never disappear.
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Get to know me!!!!
Name: Dylan, but you can call me Skelly! 💀
Age/Birthday: 28th May. 26! 🎁
Sign: Gemini ♊️
Favourite music genre: Rock, Indie, Alternative 🎵🎧
Favourite Bands: Black Veil Brides, Falling In Reverse, Blink 182, Green Day, My Chemical Romance, Mayday Parade, Citizen Soldier (and plenty more, I will post a separate post). 🎵🎶🎧
Hobbies: Writing, Creative Writing, Reading, Video Games. ✍🏻📚🕹
Biggest Fear: Anything water related. (Sharks, Loch Ness monster, other mythical creatures that probably don’t exist under water). 🦈🌊🐙
Favourite Movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas, Lilo & Stitch, Babe (all of them). 💀🏝🐖
Favourite Season: Autumn 🍂
Favourite Holiday: Halloween 🎃
Favourite Animal: Llamas and Alpacas 🦙 🦙
What I wanted to be when I was younger: A police officer 👮🏻♂️
Do I own any pets: 5 cats. 2 tabbies, 2 tabby and white and 1 grey and white.
Favourite character: Jack Skellington
If you want to know more, please feel free to send me questions. I’ll be happy to answer them. 😊😊
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All I wanted was my dark intrusive thoughts gone.
That’s all I wanted. That’s why I got fucking therapy in the first place. But now it’s just gone to shit. All because they had to send me to a place that is known for its crappiness to people with mental health problems.
To be honest, I don’t even know if I want them gone anymore. Not after this. This was my last chance to get them to go. My last fucking chance. Now it’s gone.
I’m truly fucked. At this point in time, 12/08/2023, I now have found H’s actual address. The thoughts are becoming more and more permanent and popping into my head more frequently since last night when I found H’s address.
I didn’t mean to find it. I really didn’t. I know no one would believe me. But after I failed the first time, I wanted to check again. And then I found it. Same images as her website.
No one would believe me about anything. They’d think I just done it on purpose. I looked it up on purpose.
Nothing sounds right anymore. I’m lost and broken and not one of my fucking friends even gives a fuck. All I have is my writing, this tumblr, and my thoughts. I just want a friend. One fucking friend that doesn’t ignore me, doesn’t ignore my problems, doesn’t treat me as their own personal diary, where they can let their feelings out on someone whose going through HELL!!!
I JUST WANTED A FUCKING FRIEND WHO CARES ABOUT ME AND DOESN’T DUMP ALL THEIR SHIT ONTO ME!!!
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My birthday wasn't so bad after all. But now I am anxious. Not over my birthday, but over something else. I just can't put my finger on it. I feel it in my chest, I can feel it in my hands. I don't know what it is, but it's making me this way.
I will go and eat some birthday cake and see if that makes me feel any better.... Hopefully the situation resolves itself soon, I don't know what I am going to do if this doesn't stop. Definitely won't be sleeping tonight, that's for sure.
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