In Love With The Fact That Almost All Fanfiction Writers Unanimously Decided If Itachi Uchiha Were To

The wildest thing I did yesterday was opening wattpad in hopes of curing my shortened attention span.

Winter makes me feel a certain kind of way. The season has seen me at my worst. The worst point of my "bieber-fever", worst phase of my tween years' longing for requited love and worst nights of my school days when I wanted nothing more than to escape the walls of my house past my strict parents and be with my friends. It always seemed as if everything got worse in winter. My loneliness, my desperation, my health (both physical and mental) and my hopeless daydreaming (sometimes it's nightdreaming). That has always made me sad because the cold mist of winter also makes me happy. It's sad to me because every year, I don't get to enjoy such a beautiful season as I get pulled or pushed down to the lowest point of my year again and again.

But winter also bring me hope. A hope that things will get better 'maybe this time'. Even if it doesn't, another thing will remain constant. I will continue to look out of my window at cold nights and gaze at the dreamy lights shining in the mist, again. I will continue to let it fill me with the feeling of nostalgia for the things that never happened, to fill me with anemoia, again. I will continue to hope for the best. Again.

I wish all my writers a happy new year. May all your stories finally be written, sentences be completed, emotions be evoked with beautifully crafted words, readers be moved to tears, the urge to create be satisfied.

The feminine urge to go back in time and tell my mom to not marry my father.

Hard-boiled egg yolk smells like period blood.

Japanese High-school dramas and movies>>>>>>

I want a dick. Not inside me, I just want to experience how it feels to jerk off.

Screaming! Trippin'! Creaming!

Sakura Supremacy

The last line is strong with this one

Sasuke: Why are you guys doing? We have to train.

Kakashi: We need to take for a moment. Seat down.

Sasuke: ...Okay?

Sakura: I saw this at the academy and it made me think of you. It's a Feeling Stick. Whoever's holding a Feeling Stick has permission to say whatever he or she is feeling without being judged. I'll go first. I feel like I want to know what you're feeling. *Gives it to Sasuke*

Sasuke: Put that down.

Sakura: No. We have to talk, it'll be good for you.

Sasuke: No, we don't.

Naruto: *Takes the stick* I feel that Sasuke is not honoring the Feeling Stick.

Kakashi: *Takes the stick* I feel Sasuke's had a particularly bad day, and I feel that Sasuke should share his feelings with us.

Sakura: *Takes the stick* I feel supported.

Sasuke: Sakura, stop! And what are you two doing?

Kakashi: *Takes the stick* I feel Sasuke is yelling.

Sasuke: Stop it! *runs away*

Kakashi: And that's how you defeat a sharingan.

I don't chase. I stare, never approach and then regret.