Hey guys, I know this isn't what you wanted but this past week has just been an emotional roller coaster and this morning let's just say shit hit the fan and I can't do this anymore. I always told myself that I wouldn't be the author who'd mix their personal life with their writing but, biiiiiiiiiiitttccchhhh... it is definitely easier said than done and I applaud any writer that is going through it and still strong enough to contain themselves and continue their work.
I won't be writing for a bit. If you guys go back to chapter one and see how Rocky felt about killing herself, that was actually me writing how I felt and I just used Rocky to portray that (my bad Rocky). Anyway, writing used to help me with my depressed feelings but now, not even writing can save me.I know a lot of you might be upset but the last thing we need is an emotional author, just imagine how that would end. I'll give you an idea, it would end with Pauliano putting everyone in the same area and blowing them up. That's what I thought.
Anyway, since I've already started writing the next chapter, I will finish it and update it but that'll be it for however long it takes me to get out of my funk.
Whether you stick with me or not, I just want to say thank you to everyone who has supported me by reading this book (you too ghost readers, I love you just as much) and just being awesome people.
I'll try to finish and upload the chapter before this year is over because I refuse to let yall worry over Jordan and wonder if Anthony gets his ass handed to him.
That's all I have for now, once again, thank you guys sooo much, and I'll see you guys hopefully sooner than later.
One last thing, here's a little poem I saw on instagram for anyone who has felt betrayed by their nigga.
"Roses are red,
Fire is hot.
Crying over somebody's dusty ass son?
I think fuck not."Lol, bye beautiful people. 💖✌
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RomanceHis lips were so soft against mine. Yet the kiss was rough. Before I knew it we were backing into my room and he kicked the door closed. I started unbuttoning his shirt while he pulled my dress over my head. He kissed me again before looking at me. ...