blah blah blah.
I think it's fair to say that the writing of this book absolutely sucks.
Trust me, I know.
You can believe that I cringed throughout the entirety of this book. I even took several breaks just to recover from the damage it did to my poor brain cells.
But you know what? I wrote a book.
An entire book.
A book that sucks, but a book nonetheless.
Not everyone can write a book.
Not even a sucky one.
In all seriousness though, I do plan to rewrite this. Now that it's all written down, I can go back through it and edit. Make it actually not suck, you know? Uncringeify it. Yeah.
Oh also, there will be a book two. But don't panic. I'm sure that it will be better than this one.
Besides, now your expectations will be low to begin with.
*laughs for an unhealthy amount of time and then cries from the amount of time wasted writing this mess*
Oh, and this book is dedicated to my mom who is the inspiration of my life. Couldn't have done this without your support. She is also the one who is forcing me to dedicate this book to her.
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General Fiction"So, what's your name?" "Yeah... about that. I don't know." "Don't know what?" "My name." "How can you not know your own name? Were you never given one or something?" "I don't remember it." ~~~ Just a small, average town. Quiet. Peaceful. Friendly...
