My name is Quinn, and I think i messed up. Like I always seem to do. I'll try to explain it the best I can, I'm not explaining things and keep getting distracted.
I'm 21, non-binary and suffering from mental health. I have emotionally unstable personality disorder, depression, anxiety (social and general), insomnia, traits of OCD and ive just been diagnosed with an eating disorder. Yeah, kinda messed up I know, but I get by. I live in supported accommodation for people with mental health and I've got counselling.
I'm short, 5 foot 1, and extremely skinny due to my lack of eating. Short dyed hair with my fringe over one eye. Always wearing black skinny jeans with some metal t-shirt and green converse or massive new rock boots. Today Im wearing a Powerwolf t-shirt with black jeans with a monster logo patch sewn onto one of the back pockets and my comfy green converse.
I've been moving my stuff up to my new flat. Ive lived in a little bedsit on the bottom floor and just been offered a top floor flat, which i accepted immediately. Its been long and difficult, as I had to move my bed, multiple bookcases with tons of books of all kinds and dvds, furniture and my computer set up. It takes me all day to move the big stuff, and as my insomnia kicked in due to the move, I ended up spending all night moving everything else and organising it, making it tidy. But finally its all done.
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RandomThis is my first story I've ever written, don't really know what I'm doing tbh. This is a ghost/creepypasta story that I've created, just want to write a realistic story. I apologise if it gets long, i don't really know how to write short stories or...
