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Appena finisco la storia su Kageyama penso che ne pubblicherò una su Itachi non lo so 

Just changed the themeeee

Appena finisco la storia su Kageyama vorrei scriverne una su Naruto, consigliatemi voi su chi :)

Storia pubblicata!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/373307984?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Jxerv_
          

Raga pensavo di pubblicare una storia su Kageyama, lo faccio?:^

No but, where all the fans of Dr stone? Didn’t see one in a while 

“I kisses a girl and I liked it”

So high school could reach 40 chapters idk, honestly I’m writing a lil too much 

Sometimes I’m just so scared about life and how I will end up in the future. Like, I don’t want to be sad, of course I want to be happy, but my happiness might end up disappointing people around me, and this scares me a lot. I don’t even know myself, I still have to find so many things about me, but it’s hard to fit in society.
          Sometimes I just wish we could all be kind to each other, but I know it’s not possible, so I just think I will end up alone forever. Love always scare me, because what if I fell in love with someone that people is not right to be with? What if I fell in love with a woman and I disappoint people around me? I kind of feel nervous about love and I don’t think I will get married in the future, even if people keep telling me, I will find the perfect man for me. I don’t think I will, but I don’t say anything.
          Just kinda hard to think about love in general, it’s such a scary thing, because since I experimented it once I never want to experiment it again.

I wish I could go back in time. I wish I could go back in time just to talk to you once more. Just once. Only once, to tell you how much I loved you. Because I can’t live with this regret.
          All those times I waited for your message, staring at my phone. How impatient I was to see your name light up on my screen. I would have replied immediately—I couldn’t be patient. All those nights spent texting with a smile on my lips. When my heart raced just from reading your words, when the whole world disappeared the moment I heard your voice. It was the distance that kept us from ever meeting. You have no idea how desperately I wanted to meet you, just to smell your scent. Your sweet scent filling my lungs, warming me from the inside. I wanted to hold you, to share our warmth. I wanted to take your hand, intertwine our fingers. I wanted to walk with you through the streets of the city, side by side, and see the envious looks of those around us. I wanted to kiss you. To kiss your soft lips. To fill you with my love and give you everything I had. I wanted you to be my first time—I still do. I couldn’t imagine anyone else touching me in such an intimate way. I would never have allowed it. To me, there was only you. And yet, I knew I had no hope. Simply because you liked boys. You don’t know how broken I felt when I found out, how many tears I cried when I realized there was no place for me in your heart. How jealous I was when you told me about the boy in your class you liked. I wanted so badly to be in his place.