It was supposed to be the most anticipated period for the seniors but trouble surfaced in the form of a revengeful bitch, the unexpected presence of a returning student, death in the most unlikely place, and a series of agonizing moments.
It's a new...
So, it's been a long few months since I last updated and while I tried to check in from time to time, I wasn't really chanced to.
I just want to say that I'm so sorry for having not updated in a long while. Life was really lifing and it wasn't a smooth sail. Plus, my phone was giving me issues too butthat's sorted now.
I believe.
I debated unpublishing this book for a moment because I looked at my busy life and just wondered how I am going to make this possible. And then, I decided.
So, here is how it is going to work, fellas. I'm going to try to update this book once a month. Once a month is better than not updating in months which Idon'tlike, by the way. And when I say try, I'm really going to try to make it work.
Honestly.
If anything comes up, I will let you all know. But once a month is how we are going to run things now. Please, try to be understanding. I have a busy life outside of writing. I have school amongst other demanding engagements but I'mgoing to try.
So please, bear with me.
By the way, my DM is still open to whoever wants to chat. I'm not consistent on here anymore but I will definitely reply your messages.
Now, let's get to the main deal.
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THE PAST!
Dear Diary,
I've often pondered the notion of consequences, but perhaps what I'm truly questioning is the existence of justice. In a world where power and wealth dictate the rules, where corruption and bribery reign supreme, would my actions have been held accountable? Or would they have been swept under the rug, like so many other secrets?
I've asked myself if I wanted to be caught, if I desired the weight of punishment. No sane person wants to face the consequences of their actions, yet a part of me yearned for it. Maybe that's madness, but it's a choice I'd have to make.
After all, every decision, every choice, led me down this path. And in the quiet moments, I wonder what would have happened if I'd chosen differently.
