Nightshade

Hey, people who are bored enough to click on my measly excuse of a Wattpad account. I hope you can feel a little bit of pity to the person (me) who can't do anything right. 

So here we are in my little space, I hope you like it here, even though you probably won't. My name as you all know is BlackAbigail, but all you beautiful people can call me Nigtshade. And I do know it's a plant, but it's deadly, unlike me who only kicks you really hard when you annoy me or steal any of my stuff, but that's only if I feel safe enough to be me around you.

I'm slightly surprised how many followers I have at the moment because I never followed someone just so they would follow me back, so I know I'm lucky that all the people who are following me have chosen to and actually want to follow me, and that really makes the difference to me as I can feel like there is a whole community (I'm using the word loosely) of people who want to be around me, and something as simple as that makes all the difference to a sad person like me.

So actually about me as I've just been blanking on and on, I created this account for fun so anyone pressuring me to do anything will be ignored (hopefully) all my story's will eventually all be discontinued, why? I can't write a story that I haven't read before but if I do I run out of ideas. So if I've annoyed anyone by stopping then I'm sorry but I can't force ideas into my head (if I could I would have so manny story's already).


If not the last thing:


The girl you just called fat...she's overdosing on diet pills. The girl you just called ugly... she spends hours putting makeup on, hoping people will like her. The boy you just tripped... he is abused enough at home. See that man with the ugly scars... he fought for his country. That guy you just made fun of for crying... his mother is dying. 

Please put this in your 'about' page if you're against bullying like me.