My past can't change me (Laxus love story)

(A/n)-Schedules and explanations

(A/N- hey guys! I'm pretty sure only like four people will read this since its been what...21 days? Yea 21 days. I'm really sorry guys, some bs has been going on.

However I've been thinking of my schedule so you all can know what's coming up.

1- final chapter
2- book two idea submissions
3- book two announcement
4- book two release

As for my explanations.

I know I've been online voting for stories and commenting but not updating any of my own works. Don't kill me. I read these stories as my own stress relief and when I'm not home. I prefer to write when I'm calm and not about to stab something.

For those who care, I have reasons for not updating anything.

1- Two of my closest friends got into a fight and I wanted to help them. They're amazing people and I don't know what I'd do without them, but I can't anymore. Let's call them Katrina and Vivian, to protect the innocent. Katrina is depressed and suicidal. She cuts sometimes and of course, Vivian and I worry about her. We try our hardest to help but sometimes Katrina just doesn't accept or acknowledge it. The other day Vivian lost it. She came to me in tears about not being able to do anything for her friends and I felt so helpless. I went to talk to Katrina but, she pushed me away. I must've said the wrong thing. She told me to leave her alone, don't speak to her anymore, things like that. We haven't spoken in a while and I'm worried. If you're reading this, Katrina and Vivian, please talk to me. I'm sorry for fucking things up.

2- I'm so fucking done with my family. It's constant abuse and neglecting with them. Before I went on vacation, I was stuck in an apartment with 6 people. The most I ate in that time was a waffle every day. I slept by the patio with my dog since there wasn't enough space and I was the youngest. I never said anything either and I regret that. I've been feeling so fucking neglected by everyone but I just brush it off like I'm fine. Like with my friends. None of them knew about the scars and burns I make on my body because I hate when they worry about me. I didn't mind that they didn't know, but I just can't anymore. I'm depressed and always upset but I don't even know why. Does that make any sense?!

3- My soon-to-be stepdad had a blood clot [I think that's what it's called] in his brain by his spinal cord. He's been in a few motorcycle accidents so he's lived with some brain trauma. He also smokes and drinks a lot so it wasn't really a good combination. At the moment, he's in ICU and they don't know if he'll live or not. My mom is now stuck in Florida with no support from her own goddamn sisters. She's breaking down and I haven't been able to contact her for a few days. My own aunts don't wanna go and look for her anyways. I'm in NY, so there's nothing I can do. I'm helpless.

4- No one cares. And I'm okay with that. It's better this way.

I'll be updating soon.)

~May the Triforce be with you~