Hi,
I haven't posted a story in a few months. So, let me explain myself.My mind is just one big mess, a huge chaos of many things. There's so much shit going on, and all I can get out is truth. And what I mean by truth, they're just sentences of what I think is being said in my head. But it's really confusing and it doesn't make any sense. Just like what I just wrote.
I haven't had any time to even think about a story, fiction in particular. I mean, the story-telling thing in my head is still going on, but it's too real. Too harsh.
But I'm trying, I promise, to write something that's good enough. Even though maybe two people will read it. Hell, I don't even know how many people are gonna read this. Or if I'm even going to publish it. Maybe some day I will. Nobody knows.
I wonder, do people who read my stories, have this image of me in their head? I do with most people here. What kind of person do you think I am? What do you think I look like?
Sigh.
This is weird. It's as if I'm just talking to myself. I mean, I am, but I hope at least one of you will read this far.. or even read from the beginning.
I'm sorry for my ramble, it's almost 4am and I haven't slept in over 24 hours. I should stop.
Well, let's hope someone reads this.
(Also, if you have any requests, just comment or inbox me)
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