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The Y and the End

Hello, unusual creatures who are wasting their time by reading this. It's been a LOOOONG time since I wrote something in here.

I blame school for that.

I also blame my boring life for being so boring.

Let me start this entry off with a "HOLY SHIT!"

I am stunned, truly stunned. People actually read the shit I'm writing here. I can't believe it...

Why are people reading this shit?

I will never understand the human species.

But on to a serious note....

I started writing whatever that I am writing in here just for experience. I wanted to learn how to open up, to accept the fact I'm human and I have emotions that I need to cope with.

When I started this, I was in a bad place. Writing down whatever comes to my mind was therapeutic to me, and I didn't care if no one really read it or not.

"So why did you publish it on Wattpad?"

Shush, I was gonna talk about that before you rudely interrupted me. Asshole.

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~I published because:

a) I had a diary, and I used to write in it. But it didn't help me at all, because it still felt like I was bottling things up. So I published it here for the sense of someone who COULD read my thoughts and feelings, because I would never open up to someone just like how I open up in here.

It's like I'm talking to someone without actually having to make eye contact or any physical contact. Or being polite; or looking good if it was someone really hot. Problem solved.

b) My thoughts and feelings can be relatable, and sharing them is a way of helping others feel good about themselves; cuz they're not the only ones who think or feel this way.

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So fuck you. Fuck all of the people who think I do this for the votes, comments, or even the views.

Not trying to sound mean, but this is the truth.

Actually, non of my works were published because I wanted these things. I published them because I know I'm good at writing, and I love doing it.

I'm sure many writers find this relatable.

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You see that blank space up there? That's my mind right now as I write this.

I am sick. I have a disease called Writer's Block Syndrome.

It's a disability of the mind. I can't write. I don't know what to write. I forgot how to write.

It's not the first time, but it still scares the shit out of me. The thought of being separated from writing for so long fucking terrifies me. My inspiration is in a coma, and I don't know when it's going to wake up.

Hopefully it doesn't die or I might as well end it cuz I can never imagine a life without writing.

When exam ends, the first thing i'm going to do is write. I will write and continue my other work so it can be published and finished with.

So, if you didn't see any updates from my stories or any updates at all; you know what happened.

Read ya later! (Hopefully)