Yes I'm A Fangirl, Are You?

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Hello my fantabulous readers! Its your person, Anonymous Sexy Bisexy. Ha! I should be a comedian. But, I want to talk to you about something important. Stucky.

Yes, Steve Rogers and James Barnes. My number one ship of the month. How many of you have seen the Winter Soldier? I actually haven't, but that doesn't mean I'm any less of a shipper. I want to watch these movies, but I've already watched Infinity War, so I am crying every time I see anything remotely related to it.

How many of you are fangirls? Because it's a very fufilling lifestyle. As long as you don't let it consume your life. Fuck, wait. The people don't choose the fangirl life, the fangirl life crawls thorugh hell, poisons your mind and drags you back. But I don't know, it's pretty cool down here.

See some of you in the Eternal Abyss of Feels, just across from the Sea of Happy Tears and next to the Chamber of Disappointment at Your Favourite People Being Fictional.

But seriously, someone find me help. I can't go more than three days without fanfiction.

Comments

Face Reveal... In The Future.

So, hello guys. I don't even know if any of you, or anyone at all are going to read this. I've kind of lost hope to be honest. I think that by now I should've had at least one reader. But, I'm thinking sometime, in the future, I'll reveal my face to you guys. I don't want to, but if you guys think I should, then I will. Please, I need to find one person out there. One person that cares. No one cares about me. Why would they? There's other people. More beautiful or handsome, funnier, skinnier, sexier... I'm nothing. Nobody. Fat, ugly, antisocial, a mess. I laugh it off, joking and flirting, but inside... I'm dying. Signing off, for what may be the last time, Anonymous Bisexual.

Grief and Fucking Cars Up

Sorry, I haven't posted in a while - I was staying at my grandparents' and they don't have Wi-Fi. Anyway. While I was there, on the last night, I heard a loud thump outside, I thought it was just the wind, so I turned over to go to sleep. But then I hear my uncle - lets' call him Reaper - yelling at someone or something outside. I get up, and Reaper is running inside with his cat Hook in his arms. Reaper was crying, and his girlfriend - Rower - ran to get my aunt and nanna, Vet and Baker. Hook was lying on the floor, looking peacefully asleep. Except for that fact, blood was coming out of his mouth. Reaper was crying and shaking with rage. He said and I quote 'I'll smash up every white Toyota Corrola until the motherfucker steps up.' We are all grieving for Hookie, and I hope he'll be alright.

Why Homework? Why????

Hello my friends! I have something horrible to talk to you about. Yes, the mood killer, my one true nemesis, the constant pain in a world of laughter. Homewor- I can't even type it without gagging! Sometimes, I wish that my homework was related to my ships or fangirling, because then I'd be the best of the best. Bandoms, fandoms, slashes, and so much more! But seriously, this is how much I love you guys. I'm forfeiting homework so I can write this stuff. If I end up homeless and jobless and am found frozen in a sleeping bag under a bridge, its your fault! I suppose it would be fair to tell you my age, so you don't get confuddles while I ramble on and on about my life. I am thirteen years old, with the mind and innocence of a 25-year-old porn star. Fuck yeah! Gotta go, but this was nice. Fuck ya later!

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