Useless, Not ✦ don't edit challenge

Useless, Not

❝ I regret everything. . . ❞ — Tou, after writing the first sentence of the challenge
  

Useless, Not uses the following challenge: "Don't Edit Challenge" by Fujoshi_Life_420 in Wattpad

"Don't Edit Challenge", a challenge where whatever you write, you can never erase nor edit the following words, sentences or paragraphs on what you have written. Anything and everything that was written can not be undone.

If you listen closely, you can hear Tou grossly sobbing at this challenge.
    

▪︎ " Text " = original text, no edit :)
▪︎ " *Text* " = corrected word
▪︎ " (Text) " = second/final text, still no edit :D
▪︎ " ---[Text]--- " = deleted text but can't be deleted because of this god damn challenge :D :D :D

A/n: kill me... please...

also, my phone decided to be a massive C U N T and glitched out a bit when I typed some of the shit here

if your wondering where the glitched parts are... ohohohoe, you'll fucking see

hnnNNNNnN fuck my life :)

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There are many timee *times* Dwight felt like he was dragging his team down on the trials. (There are a lot of times did Dright *Dwight* felt like an utter useless friend and teammate to the other survivors.) He act cowardly, afraid to pfyen *often* times save and even mess uo *up* a lot of times. (He acted like he used to *too*, back when the Entity hasn't pluck him out of the "real world" despite not remembering any of his past memories other than waking up in the Fog. He acted like a push over coward, like back then. He mess up despite him tying *trying* to prove himself so hard. And he is afraid when the heartbeat sounds gains a lot more volume when the killer is near.)

Maybe it was the paranoia inside of him was talking or that he is just overthinking it. But Dwight felt like a disappointment. The black haired man just didn't feel like a leader like he was dubbed by the others because he was much more longer than everyone else. He didn't even acted like one yet some survivors looked up to him and it made the guilt of disappointment a lot more times more heavier and painful to bare.

Dwight let out a sigh as he gaze at the flicking oranger *orange* and yellow dances of the fire on the wood in the campfire grounds he and a lot more like himself were at. (Dwight let out a tired sigh as he looked at the flickering fire of the campfire the Entity provided for him and the others as they try to enjoy this small chance of relief and happiness as much as they could until they are forced back to the trials.) He sat a lone and tried to muffer *muffle* out the conversations of some of the survivors as he looked at the fir *fire*, deep in thought. (Dwight sat silently on the log. Alone, he was as he tune out the voices of the others *other* survivors with him. Deep in thought as he looked at the fire.)

"Hey," a soft voice had said near him that made Dwight jump a bit from the log he was sitting as he looked at the direction of the voice.

"Uh... erm, hey...?" Dwight awkwardly responded as he saw who the voice belinged *belonged* too. (Dwight awkwardly responded as he ttied *tried* to ease himself from the shock he had felt awhile ago when he saw who the voice belonged too.) It was non *none* other tan *than* a fewllo *fellow* survivor. (It was none other than a fellow survivor.)