update · 9:36am March 5th
so i tried to upload a story called nameless guardian and it got rejected for the level of grammar or punctuation
so i tried to upload a story called nameless guardian and it got rejected for the level of grammar or punctuation
I don't know how many of you would really care, but I have found myself in some trouble. Last friday, I wrecked my dads truck, and now I own him $1,500. I have no job and I have no money. I used my over draft from navy federal to pay the body shop for the damages to get fixed. So now I have $500 in debt... I have no idea what to do...
I have very recently not only been the victim of exceedingly aggressive and ignorant hateful attacks but so have my friends.
Strangely these attacks come from people who are supposedly so extremely dedicated to love and tolerance.
the definition of Bigotry is intolerance toward those who hold different opinions from oneself.
Not that much has changed I guess but whatever :V Got all the stuff for muh new bed so that's rad
edit: Actually wow I guess a lot changed. New lights behind my desk, lots of new stuff on my shelf too.
So....anyone who read my bio knows I have Bipolar Disorder....
Well, today was the epitome of that.
Ups and downs and all arounds of emotions, constantly going back to the things/people that upset me the moment I calm down, mood message/avatar on Skype constantly changed because of it just to show it....
I don't know why some days it seems like my pills just don't work. I don't want to be actual me, I want to be calm, emotionally suppressed me!
I'm sad to say my dog of 15 years died yesterday, it has been a big blow so I decided to pay tribute to her and here it is. Her name was Pixie and she was a small west highland terrier that made my life fantastic. Goodbye sweet heart. The next chapter of Equestria Crossover confusion will be written in her name.
It's been three weeks since my family and I moved back to Houston and things are not going great. Right now my mom and I are having a difficult time trying to adjust our new home and my dad is doing everything he can to support our family since he's the only who's working. My sisters on the other hand are not giving a damn about the situation since they are always on their phones all day. And since I lost my job back in Austin, I can't do anything to help my parents out with the bills. But
So what you people are telling me is that I can't write anything good by myself. I have a story in the planning stages that I want to release in January, but I don't know if I wanna post it here anymore. Keep in mind I HAVEN'T WRITTEN IT YET. You guys are making me reconsider even writing it.
Okay, I’ve been a little upset about this for a while and I don’t think I can hold it in anymore. A couple of years ago, I started a Devianart account, you can find the link in About Page. There I post some of my more original stories. However, they haven’t been getting that much attention and I feel like all the effort is going to waste. I don’t want to sound conceited but wouldn’t you feel just as upset as me if you spend your time on
I would like to ask frankly, this question that has been in my mind since my latest chapter. People keep saying that my story has no plot and therefore, it is bad and it's one of the worst stories on here, while I see worse stories being called, 'the best story ever'. How is that possible.
OKAY, so, I feel the need to vent a little, and here it is. SCREW OFF (insert a specific admin's name here), you act so cold and rude even after I delete the update chapter, and before you even send me a message telling me to. I have seen DOZENS of stories, many which have been on the site for longer then a couple days like mine. And guess what? All their update chapters were left alone, no issues, just fine and dandy, their authors keeping the readers up to date, with no ill intentions.
Seriously. I just went to a restaurant, ordered vegetarian since I know my stomach will get upset from meat, but still had heart burn, leg cramps, and an upset stomach. My stomach is such a pussy. Well, you are what you eat after all
I suppose everyone reaches a point in their life where everything seems to peak before consistently and persistently trailing downward in a spiral that never ends. For me, that spiral started in mid 2018 and has never let up. And anyone who has kept up knows what the highlights of that descent has been.
I want to try writing some miniature parodies, that are like maybe 100 to 500 words or so and put a bunch of them together in a single compilation, since I have struggled to write things that are at least a thousand words lately. How these usually work, with occasional exceptions, is that I don't read the story I'm parodying itself (other than maybe the first chapter sometimes), but rather only some or all of the comments on it and any reviews it's gotten from people like present perfect or
The face you make when your sister said: Just don't mess up my hair, okay?
AND...
Hours later and she's still...
Just pretend that it's a brother and sister, obviously.
Describes my day very well. This is day five of the fever. At least I'm drinking fluids now. Eating, not so much. I went to the doctor again today. I didn't almost pass out like last time! Pneumonia is fucking terrible. In Ye Olde days, people died of this shit. I'm not even dead, but I feel fucking terrible. I'm lying on my ass, taking pill after pill, and drinking so much fluid. I want to go to school. I want to see my friends. I really fucking want to sing again. I also really