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Holy cow, man. It's like I can't write straight to save my life. And that's not a pun! I mean, man, I'm writing all cryptic and crap. It reminds me so much of a few of the OC stories I wrote, like Look over here and August of 2003. You know? It's weird like that. I mean, don't get me wrong, I love that I'm that focused on this story, but still. Fucked up. Apparently it's not really the fandom, it's more like it's in me and it has to get out, one way or the other.
Like, really. Read!
Because all stories have to come from somewhere, and apparently, even the worse of horror stories, have some foundation in the truth.
I can't seem to write this fandom without a little bit of... mystique? Whatever. I sound worse than Deaton.
So far I have 8.7 K. And growing. God.
Like, really. Read!
Because all stories have to come from somewhere, and apparently, even the worse of horror stories, have some foundation in the truth.
I can't seem to write this fandom without a little bit of... mystique? Whatever. I sound worse than Deaton.
So far I have 8.7 K. And growing. God.