One Piece Chronicles

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I am very sorry to those who thought that this was a chapter. Believe me, I'm working on continuing Comfort Kisses and some new stories. But, right now, I'll be having a bit of slow updates at the moment.

Because right now I'm struggling.

I'm struggling in keeping my sanity, my temper, and my morality in check.

If I don't, I'll probably be going to hell.

Anyways, I have two things I want to discuss in this Author's note.

First of all, I want to send my message to my readers. My thanks and some...unpleasant remarks about some others.

To all of my faithful readers who have liked my stories from the start of my wattpad journey, I want to say thank you for the support. I enjoy reading your comments about how well my writing is or if you enjoyed the story since that's what I wanted for you to receive from me.

I'm sorry if I seem rude or mean to some of you (you know who you are) but I have realized a long time ago that I don't want to put up with anyone's bullshit.

If you complain about the plot of my stories then don't fucking read it. It's as simple as that.

I don't mind a little criticism. That actually would help me improve my writing.

However please don't tell me what or how to put things in my story. Because...

"I'm the writer. I make the plot. I make the character. If the story I plot out doesn't turn out the way you wanted it to, then too bad. Whatever happens in my story, happens. If the character is as badass as I make them and you're okay with it, then we're cool. But if I choose to make the character as dumb as I want them to be, then deal with it. You can't expect every person on the planet to be a smartass."

Also, since my stories are all lovey-dovey mushy fanfics for you hungry readers, let me clear something out.

Some people are just dense when it comes to love.

Like me (and apparently Luffy) for example, I usually can't tell if a guy likes me. Someone has to tell me if a guy has a crush on me or what. This has happened on some occasions where I didn't even realize the guy was already flirting or he was giving hints. And when people tell me, I would deny the facts. What? Did you expect me to flirt back? Fuck no.

Secondly,

It's that picture ^

No, it does not concern a boy.

Unfortunately I'm not attracted to any guy at the moment. The ones I happen to be attracted to are either creepy, jerks, or both.

(So I'll stick to fantasizing with marrying Sabo, thank you very much.)

That picture tells how I have been feeling for the past three days now.

My entire life I have been pessimistic about myself and optimistic towards others.

That's because since my childhood I was pushed to the point where I was left with no confidence/self esteem. Everything I did was probably 95% wrong.

I never seemed to be able to do anything right.

And whatever I did wrong was sometimes never explained what I did wrong. So, of course, as a child, how would I know if I did something wrong if you won't tell me? How would scolding me for something I didn't know I wasn't supposed to do help me?

The "queen bee" (as I will nickname her) thought that she knew me, but she doesn't. She always told people that I never cry and that she hasn't seen me cry in a long time.

Let me repeat what I have said earlier,

"I don't want to put up with anyone's bullshit."

I lock away any human emotion that I think is considered weak.

When you're in a battle with her, you can't back down. Not for a second. The moment she sees you breaking is when the victory is called.

She doesn't realize it yet, but I have been following her my entire life. My sarcasm, my temper. It all came from observing her and the "second-in-command" during their fights and arguments since I was a child.

She would yell at me, downgrade me, make me feel like shit. She doesn't realize it either.

The second-in-command and I can't fight back. When she gets mad at him, she's nice to me. When I piss her off, she's nicer to him. When she just gets irritated, the whole house gets the blame.

Her words are like bullets and it hurts, to be honest. The pain goes away in time but the scar stays. I still remember the hatred I bottle up for 12 years and until now I still carry it with me. I can hold these grudges til my grave, after all.

I get that she is annoyed with my attitude sometimes but isn't she a bit hypocritical?

I love her. She is my mother after all. But I can't say that I love her and mean it.

Because all these years, I've carried hatred that's bigger than my love for her.

And that hatred is slowly consuming me...

For now, I will lock myself away in my room where it's safe for me to be me.

So until we meet again, readers,

Goodbye for now. Stay tune for any updates in my stories.

♡ Jewel