Hello I'm UniqueSanity and welcome to my rabbit hole of life. I'm a author/writer ((self trained)), fangirl, and offical pegasister. My waifu is Osoro Shidesu and my Hasbandos Dean Winchester and Sherlock Holmes. My favorite fandoms are Supernatural, BBC Sherlock, Doctor Who, Creepypasta, Slenderverse, Yandere Simulator, and Youtuber fandom. My favorite fandom crossover is SuperWhoLock. I have depression and suicidal thoughts and possibly a slight case of psychopathy. I love to listen and read creepypasta stories, because I love to feel my fear ((sounds creepy right, >:D)). My favorite creepypasta is The Heaven Project. I'm demisexual and have a bisexual girlfriend, we are happy together. I tend to roleplay my life away, and don't honestly care. So if you want to roleplay with me, just ask me! I will usually accept depending on what the roleplay is about.
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Blog Entry 1# : July 30th, 2017
So around 10:20ish pm at night I’m picking up my room before I go to bed so it makes it easier for me to do my chores the next day. Anyways I’m sitting by my closet going through some paper that where on my floor. As I finish putting them away I go to get up off the floor, as I do that I place my left hand on the bottom shelf in my closet. This certain shelf is very loose and being held up with one nail under it. So as I push myself up, the shelf gives out, causing me to fall down with the shelf, jabbing into my side. After a few seconds of being stung I start to quietly laugh and roll around in pain, I’m laughing my ass off because I had totally forgot that my shelf was even like that. After about 3 minutes of silently calling myself a fuck up and a klutz while quietly laughing, I get up and try to fix my shelf but fail each time, so I finally give up and place it on it’s side leaning against my closest wall and went to finish the rest of my room. For some reason when I get hurt when I’m by myself, I laugh at myself and call myself names. So lesson of this story don’t use a shelf to help you get up off the floor.
~UniqueReality~
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