tenagr angs

If you're here to read any of my books, just don't. They were all written years ago when I was like twelve. So, like, just ignore their existence please.

I'm your typical edgy teenager, and I currently feel like dying because life, you know? 

I have like two friends, and I'm really behind when it comes to being social, which isn't THAT odd considering I barely interact with anyone who isn't family... 
Sad, right? 

So. If you have read this far, you might just move on with life, never thinking about me ever again. Because why would you? I'm just another depressed stranger on the internet, "wanting to die".

I honestly don't blame you if you never think of me again, though.

Pleasure to meet you. 





or well


not

really

considering we haven't actually met