This book is not a mess. The author is. It's been a while, non existant audience. Despite not being real, even my fictitious fans didn't miss me. I didn't think I'd return to this public journal of my regrets and pathetic memories, yet here I am. Typing. I don't have many new stories, since I don't want to upset a few people who probably wouldn't even read this. But why risk it? Why viciously tear apart and hurt someone who hurt you for no one to see? So much to say, and so little time. Back on track, I've hugged this book as my safety blanket while it dug nails into my arms, but nevertheless, I am back.
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A Normal Book
Kurgu OlmayanThis book is normal. The author isn't. The author is untrusting, desperate, and scared of embarrassment. The author hates the author.
