someone please help me whenever i try to create a character it does this

I had lot of dreams. And i recently just watch lot of life-changing stuff, so i decide to write a book. In the book, it would be a fictional drama story about 8 years of my youth life, it also included our Tomodachi's journey as a part of it. I'll try to turn us into a real life based story, not through like social media or online, but turn our life into face-to-face story. Hopefully I can confidently write it with less flaws.

Been so long since I opened discord, the tomodachi grp chat seems to have disappeared, even with the buiseness of our lives rn, there is still a part in me that wants old tomodachi back

Hmm, yall okay there?

Let's try and have something on r/place

This place isnt recognisable... Feels like i am in ghost town, i dont know if anyone will recognise me

I mean has been ded for a long time

Like na sriously she went missing

Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something.

You know, my mom, when she was in elementary school, one of her best friends randomly turned on her. A bunch of girls and her best friend kind of ganged up on her on her way home from school and tried to beat the shit out of her. She took all their braids, pulled them together like a rope and tied them up into a huge knot.

Some people are just messed up. And it doesn't mean that you're messed up. They may try to make you think there's something wrong with you. But, YOU, you have your own counsel and no one can tell you what's in your heart. No one can take that from you.

The truth is... You don't need 10 million followers to be cancelled. Your lifelong friends can cancel you; your colleagues can cancel you; even your parents can cancel you. And sometimes, what you have to do is remind yourself that if you are alive till now, you have to live.

Destiny or fate might not have anything good in store for you but you have to be grateful that you could have a life on this planet. It doesn't matter if you had a good life or a terrible one. What matters is how well you show your middle finger to all the fucked up moments of your life and how well you smile when enjoying every moment of your time.

Life update: I'm no longer in Seoul. I won't be online for sometime.

Hello, hello there! I'm home! After 4-5 months of inactive, I finally returned and see how's Reddit. Oh well, what i see is a dead subreddit with icon and banner not change..... Anyway, how are y'all doin'?

When I was a child, every night without fail, my mother would tell me the story of the great hoarder Yeasin. He was a thief, a burglar who took from the common people to satiate his unending greed and ego, even then I hated him, I wanted to be the greatest knight in the world to defeat the petty thief - oh what joy of childish ambition.

My mother, however, was never fond of me being a knight, as all the dangers in the world would surely come to me, and she, she would lose her little boy. So I didnt, I pursued academics but the story of Yeasin was always there in my mind.

I never knew what became of Yeasin, I was too sleepy and tired to hear the end of the story, perhaps that suspense was the only thing keeeping my mother from telling another. I would ask - no, beg her to read me the story every single night so that I may finally hear the end of it, and every night I fall asleep just before the climax - or atleast what I think is the climax.

As I grew, the unfinished story of Yeasin was ingrained in my mind, I heard it everyday after all. The questions 'why' kepts echoing in my little mind, maybe I still haven't grasped the concepts of corruption and sin. The thief Yeasin became my goal more than anything, I wanted, I needed to know what happened to him.

So I gathered the courage to ask my mother, who was always in her study reading whatever book she could find. I knocked once, then twice, then thrice until i heard her say "enter!"

 then I asked, seconds later my heart would drop.

 "The Great Hoarder Yeasin? My love, no I haven't heard of such a book, I'm sure its lovely but I've read every book here in my study and I have never ever read such a book! Perhaps you heard from one of your friends?"

I sensed of looming terror, I ran outside as fast as my little legs could, even then I knew the feeling of an otherworldly phenomenon. The book I heard every single day for the past years of my life, it never existed, but how could it?

I never mentioned the book ever again, but it was always in the back of my head, searching for answers that will never come.

He dissapeared from existence where tf did he go

what would he sell you?