User blog:Rag Doll/Goodbye, forever.

Hi guys. Now, I've never shared this online, but you are like family to me. I have to. My father has brain damage, and he lives across the country. Every year, I visit him during summer vacation. But this year was different. My aunt and I took away his Kindel because he kept smoking an electric cigarette inside, and we both hated the smell. A few days later (today) I was on the tv scrolling down Netflix when he started argueing with me about getting it back, and then he called me a b-word. I cried and ran to my aunt's room, and when I came out, he wished I would get out of his life.

Earlier, I was looking at one of my SF creepypasta's (Death by Animal Jam) and I read the part about Shadow's dad and the bunny.

When I came on here tonight after the fiasco, I realized something.

I can't continue writing these stories. They don't explain the real me. So goodbye.

I would... also  like to admit some things.

I am ten years old,

I was Sunshine Rainbow Girl,

and I wrote the adorable pony story.

You hate me now, don't you. It doesn't matter. Goodbye

~Rags