To whom will read this,
Before we start to enter this stupid insanity of mine, I want to first and foremost warn you. This book does not completely reveal any of my feelings. Some of them are random at most but do still have some human emotions relayed to them.
I have no one to dedicate this to, but I do hope we will connect.
Although I am not sure what will happen in the future, I do know I'm stupid. And I do know that I will have an idiotic action sooner or later. I will say sorry in advance. I do not have any excuses for that. I would also want to address the fact that I am barely a good writer at this point, as I am still learning how to. So I would want to apologize for the errors I may harbour in the future chapter of this book.
And without further ado, I welcome you to, "Untitled."
Sincerely,
ARTEMISIS
YOU ARE READING
Untitled.
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