The Demon and Me: A Travis X Reader Fanfic

Thank you + Things I need to Say

Warning: This talks about a sensitive topic, so if you don't like stuff about depression, then please don't read.

First off, what happened here?

The other day, I was talking to _Arctic_Puppy_ (Who's fabulous and awesome, and rides Laurence the pig with happy from Fairy Tail) I told her about how proud I am of myself because I've been actually updating this book. 😂😂 I have a hard time updating, and me and my family think I have ADHD, because when I do write, I get off task easily.

Anyways, (Count how many times I use the word anyways. After every time I change the subject, I say anyways. Yeah... Definitely ADHD) she told me that I had 1,000 views. I hadn't even realized it at the time.

Now, days afterwards, I have 2,000 views.

Guys, it's been two weeks since I published the first part of this book, and I have 2k views! This is unbelievable. I'm literally screaming. Seriously, what happened? Unicorns? I don't know.

All I know, is that I am so thankful for this.

Most of you guys don't know me in real life. There is only about one or two people who do.

Well, I'm just going to say this straight forward and honestly. You guys deserve to know how much you guys have been helping me.

I've been depressed. If you guys don't know this already, I used to live in Colorado. Me and my family moved away, to Kansas.

When we moved, I was devastated. I was leaving my friends, my relatives, and pretty much everything that I had ever known. I was leaving home, my safe haven, the place that made me smile, and the place that made me, me.

I miss my friends, and I miss Colorado.

I've had a hard time being without them. I've found myself not being hungry, being extra tired, and overall, grumpy and moody because I'm depressed. I feel like, when I left Colorado, I also left a piece of me in it.

I feel like I'm weighed down, like everything is droopy (You are great at explaining things, Ryan!!! *sarcasm*)

The thing is, that I've fallen into depression, and even if I get over Colorado, I will still be depressed. I'm at the point where I'm depressed for no reason. That's just how depression works. It makes you see the bad in everything, so that it is very difficult to get out of it. Most of my friends don't even know that I feel this way.

I have a very low self esteem now. There are some days that I feel like nothing, that I can't do anything. I look in the mirror and wonder what I'm doing with myself. I felt like I wasn't important. That I couldn't do anything right.

My only escape is in writing, drawing, and reading. When I read, I'm transported into marvelous tales of bravery, strength, and kindness. It gives me hope. When I draw, I am tranquil. I can focus on one thing, without all of my thoughts invading me.

Now, when I write, I can transport myself into a world, just like when I read. I can become a wizard who stops the evil dark magic from spreading throughout the land. I can become a hero, an acrobat, a good friend, an explorer, or a knight. I can become whoever I want to be. I can make a difference.

Writing carried me on.

As I said, I have a low self esteem though. I love to write, and it can temporarily take away my troubles, but when I am done writing a part, I am back in the real world. I look down at the work I created and criticize it. I saw only my flaws and mistakes.