The way this title started sounded scary, right?
I'm sorry I had to take a break. I've been guessing y'all are holding onto your pillows or perhaps Gojo pillows.
I knew it was impossible for me to be in my best mood the past few days. I had it all planned, I was about to post 'CHAPTER 26.2' last week but yeap.
Everything had been a blur. This fanfic pretty much turned a 180 degrees as I'm planning to shift plots and some thingamajigs.
All because of 'that'. 🥲 I wanna ignore it and stick until the Shibuya arc (prolly still would) but the entire shit that happened keeps haunting me rn.
I couldn't even bother to look at my Gojo merches. Let alone even do a livestream because I know for sure that people would literally comment down about it since they know and basically see my Gojo poster behind me and I know I would randomly cry.
Y'all know how attached I get towards my faves. I'll probably be acting like I'm laughing it off but crying on the inside and during my sleep too.
Anyways, I'm not ending this fanfic all of sudden if y'all are scared about that. I just feel obliged to rant or have a note because I can feel y'all are wondering why I'm taking long to update.
I'll try my best to make through and provide a worthy fanfic and make this a safe space for both Satoru and Tiny-chan. But, then again, there would be more tears left to cry when it wasn't entirely supposed to be because of certain matters.
See you on chapter 26.2, Taters. Expect it to be published this week. *hugs everyone so tight*
(1:12am 'Good night, guys!')
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7th Dimension | Gojo Satoru
Fanfiction'Written in the second point of view when the story starts' She was known to be a daydreamer. A Walter Mitty. A fantasizer or maybe, a little too much more than that if she was being honest. With a life that shaped her into becoming weary and debili...
