Do you guys ever have one of those days, that wasn't bad, but it wasn't good either and makes you want to sit on your roof while it rains? I'm having one of those days, so I'm wishing it would start to rain.
How many of you work really freaking hard at something? Anything at all? Those of you who know me know I don't. Those who know me really well know I work hard. The few I trust with my life and would legit die for? They know just how hard I work.
When I write, I'm not regugitating ideas and posting them, no. These words are my blood, sweat and tears, And I'll be honest, sometimes, I don't feel appreciated.
You read and vote, that's amazing. I'm really happy you do. But for goodness fucking sake, is it really too difficult for you guys to comment?
I don't know if you guys know, but when I read, I ALWAYS POST A COMMENT. Always. It's my rule. Always post a comment. It makes their day. I check every ten minutes to see if you guys have commented, and usually, there is not a comment - huge bummer.
So from one writer to another, assuming that you write since you're on Wattpad, just leave fucking comments. Thank you.
I'll post tomorrow. I am going to sleep.
Goodnight! Sweet dreams, to all of those who will be sleeping soon too.
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ChickLitMichelle Brown never had to work for it in her life. The most loved lesbian at an all girls boarding school, girls fell at her feet. For years, she had used the girls, never needing any emotions in the matter. So when Michelle finally develops legit...
