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Uhmm, hello? Ok, so hello...ugh, readers. This is probably the most awkward message I ever made. Bear with me, please.
I'm writing because it's fun. I have been doing this since I was ten. I hone my writing skills by writing precious and detailed moments in a diary. It helps a lot. I did not graduate in Creative Writing course (if that's what you call it). So in case you notice stuff like: grammatical errors, misplaced letters, and misspelled words, I hope you understand that I am NOT a pro. I am very new to this.
If you guys see senseless stuff, it's probably because I'm too young and I still need a bit of maturing. I mean, I'm just fourteen xD. Please don't expect too much. It'd hurt you at the end.
Also, I'll let you in on another secret (the first one's my age xD). The story would be mixed with my life. Why? To add spice and flavor~
I hope you guys enjoy reading, and I promise I'd be super creative to the point all my knowledge about meth- I mean, math- would be transferred here.
Oh, and uhm, if ever you noticed it has the same plot with other stories, please know that I did not copy anything. I mean, sure, I was inspired by tons of stories, but theirs and mine are different. This story is a hybrid. A mix of imagination and slight reality. A mix of what's inside my diary and fictional, heartbreaking books.
This is just way too long. I was born with saying lots of stuff. Man, I'm the noisiest in my family, Anyway, I digress. Thank you for reading this senseless author's message. Thank you for wasting your time.
P.S. The story hasn't started yet and here you are straining your eyes reading this in the dark...or not.
- Weeb and Hot,
Sorrowblade.
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