This 2nd person narration… not used to it!

SRSLY. I keep writing a story, then deleting it, the writing a new one, then deleting again. I think this will be a never ending cycle of writing and deleting stories. WHY DOES THIS HAPPEN!?

Idk, cuz you’re liek 2tly a betch?
SHYADDAP. If I’m a betch then you’re a betch too, BETCH.

But the new story I was writing is in second person narration. Didn’t put a title on it yet. I actually haven’t written a full story in second person before. It’s usually first person. I SUCK AT THIRD PERSON NARRATION. But I was inspired to write a story in second person. It’s because of Choice of Games! I especially like their game Choice of Romance. It was my favorite… a while back. Yes. DAMNIT I WANTED MOAAARRR!!!

SO I’m planning on making/writing a game with tons of choices like choice of games. It seems fun for some reason. I just hope it turns out well!

What if people get bored because there’s so many choices?
No! You lie! I like many choices. SO SHOULD YOU.
I’d rather read a kinetic visual novel than have too many choices.
Well… well then…

Of course, I gotta write a full on story before having a lot of choices. If there’s no story… yeah… it would definitely be boring. Probably just gonna be like (if no real story)… for example…

“You’re walking. You can’t stop. How should you stop!?

  1. Kill yourself.
  2. Trip on something.
  3. Grab onto a really heavy object.

YOU LOSE.”

Wait, how did I lose? I DIDN’T PICK ANYTHING.

BLAH. Whatevers. I’ll continue my nonsensical story in a few…

Gender bending? Does that count as a GxB game?

This picture looks… sort of wrong. BUT. It’s a picture of a story trading places with your friend! And he’s all like “Hey you, LET ME GET BACK IN MY BODY, DAMNIT!”

So, the male character becomes a female character. Now, I don’t know if this should be a BxG or GxB game. WHICH IS IT!? The guy turned into a girl. Now, I’m confused. Why am I always confused with my storylines!? SO CONFUSING.

Anyway, with this story, I’m just gonna write random things unlike the other stories I’ve been writing. Because… everything might flow… if I don’t know what I’m doing… if that even makes sense.

I don’t even know why I posted this small post, but I did. Randomly. Now, I’m tired. *passes out*

I don’t understand this storyline.

Was trying to write something different from the boring-esque storyline into a weird type of storyline. I don’t even understand it myself! But it has to do with a time-traveling rose. Why is the rose a time-traveling rose!? I don’t get it.


The main character opens a box with stuff from last year and finds an old journal entry. She opens it up and each page was faded and looked like the entries were unfinished. On each page, a rose petal was imprinted. It was a weird red color as if it were some sort of poison, but she was curious about it and touched it. Then it was if her fingers were being sucked in touching the imprinted rose petal.

Strangely, she entered a strange room she doesn’t remember seeing before. Around her was the smell of roses, an intoxicating aroma in the air. Ahead of her was a man with a crystal ball—a psychic who tells her the future of this world. She was told she always visits him to ask for her daily readings, but this month (February 2012) is different. The man tells her that she will find love this month and gives her a strange rose that looks as if a spell was cast on it.

Her fingers get sucked into the thorns and bleed, as if forming a pact with the rose.58The man and the room disappeared and the rose she was holding suddenly turned into a red pen, thinking holding a rose was just her imagination. But it wasn’t. Her finger tips have marks on them like she really was pierced by the rose thorns. She thought the pen was weird and threw it somewhere!

When she went out of that room, it was almost like all of her memories were lost, including where her home was. Except she actually appears in front of the house and her mother who was out fixing her front yard tells her why she isn’t in school.


This is really… confusing to me. I’m not sure how to write this all out. But the girl is supposed to go to school and doesn’t remember anything, like where to go and what to do, until she meets someone who knows that she’s supposed to go to her specific class and what not.

The previous story I was writing was just reminiscing about the past and getting new journal entries. But this story, she actually time travels! Then she finds that the pages in her journal at home (when she comes back) are all blank. The pen that she threw out was right next to the journal for some reason! HOW DID THAT HAPPEN!? A burglar found the pen and went into her room to put it next to her journal. LOL I don’t know anymore!

Sum1 haz 2 HALP MEE wit dis STORY!! *gives up and falls asleep*

Confused. I’ll try it anyway!

I’m trying to figure out more of what WordPress is… doing… to me… Making me confused is what it’s doing! There’s some sort of “portfolio” or projects in the dashboard and I’m just liek,

*is stupid* “LIEK WAT IZ DIS SHIET!?”
“It doesn’t hurt to try and see before you say something like THAT.”
“I’M SCARED OF DIZ SHIET!! Something weird might pop up on the site.”
“WHO CARES. You don’t even have anything interesting on there anyway! Might as well see what THIS IS.”
“Okay. FAIN BEE DAT WEIYYY…!!

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If I happen to make some random portfolio like about Virtual Boyfriend stuff, I probably don’t know what I’m doing. “WAT IZ A PORTFOLEEEOHHH!?!?” “I don’t know. Google it.”

Whenever I ask my parents a question, they always say, “I DON’T KNOW! GOOGLE IT! YOU HAVE YOUR PHONE, SO FIND OUT NAOOOO!!!” Well, they don’t really yell it out like that, but their voice is always so loud when I ask them something I don’t know.

“I DON’T KNOW SO SHUT DAFUQ UP AND GOOGLE IT!!
“Oh. Okay.” *cries in a dark corner instead of googling*

I don’t really have much interesting conversations with my parents, so I like to ask stuff. In the past, I always ask them questions and I found it fun when they answer and I learn from them. But NAO THEY’RE LAIK, “I won’t answer you. You already know what to do.” “Wh-what do I do.” “Google it.” “………..DAMN IT!”

Okay. I won’t google anything anymore (that’s a lie), but will find out stuff… ON MY OWN!! *types stuff in portfolio/projects*