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Nobody likes me .

They can't stand me

I know their all lying

Why would they willing be around me

They are talking behind my back I know it

I should just stop talking

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What if I didn't exists anymore

What if I disappeared

What if....

What if.

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Sometimes, I wish I could disappear. Get lost in the woods and never return. I wish that I could die and rot with the leaves. I wish to die and make the others around me see what I have dealt with. I want them to see how I felt. I want them to be terrified an horrified of what happened to me. I wish for them to see my death because in life they will never see my pain, in life they won't see my suffering. In life they won't care. They will only care in death.

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Is your cryosleep au just an idea that you have floating on your blog, or does is have a fic? I am new to your blog but it looks really interesting and I was wondering if there was more to see at the moment!

Hi! It doesn’t have a fic that I’ve written but a few people have on AO3 some are just inspired by it and have actual plot cos I’m just winging it lol

Here’s a list of the ones I could track down:

-when you wake by FrancisWritess

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45210046

Endless sleep by Samkr

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45183055/chapters/113666557

I think that’s it. If I find more I’ll make an updated list hope you have fun reading

I Don't Recognize The Faces In Front Of Me by sod1um

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45289948/chapters/113942665

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demanding a series in the same vein (heh, vein) as Dexter/Hannibal wherein a prolific serial killer plays cat & mouse with the police--except the serial killer in question is a preteen schoolgirl. this would make for compelling television due to the fact that middle school frequently causes girls to become deranged, and more media should reflect this

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I'm new to writing and want to write a darker one shot, this is what I have so far

He’s lost track of how long he’s been in exile, the days have all blurred into a miserable void of nothingness.

He has no one, no one cares about him, no one even visits him anymore. Not ghostbur Not ranboo ,Not even dream will visits him anymore, no one cares.

He’s not sure if even he cares about himself anymore either

He used to have hope, he used to tell him self that tubbo still cared, and that ranboo and ghostbur had just gotten busy and would come visit him soon.

But after waiting days and weeks and months with no one not even dream visiting him anymore, he lost that hope and any kind of optimism he used to have.

And after his hope died slowly the rest of him did too until he was nothing but a shell of the person he used to be , he felt nothing anymore.

He started to see thing, vision of tubbo running over the hill to come save him, to bring him home. It would give him a spark of hope only for that hope to be violently put out again when he ran right threw tubbo and not into his arms.

This repeated cycle eventually drove him mad to the point where he gave up, he gave up on the world that had failed him, gave up on the “friends” that never saved him, gave up on the “family” who forgot him, and gave up on himself .

He hated how he felt nothing, no happiness, no anger, no hope. He was desperate to feel something anything at all, and so he made up his mind.

That night he made his way to the clifs that over looked the sea, he removed his com,his jacket from wilbur and his scarf from tubbo. He took his compass and placed it on top of the scarf. He knew no one would look for him but it still made him feel Better To think that maybe just mabye some one would care enough to find his body.

He then began to fill his pockets with rocks, he filled them until they couldn’t hold any more.

He made his way closer to the clifs edge, steps weight down buy the rocks. He turned to look back at the place he had spent the last few months of his life, he felt nothing as he thought about how this would be the last time he saw this stupid place, he looked up at the moon one last time before he took his last breath amd he stepped of the edge of the clif.

I know that it desperately needs to be edited, but it is two in the morning, and this was inspired by liquid smooth by mitski.

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Remembering that time i forced the homophobic country boys in my grade 8 class to learn about safe lesbian sex during sex ed week.