I am sorry. If you look at each chapter and the amount of reads, you can see I was doing fairly well for someone with only a couple of followers.
But then, you'll see that the amount of reads declines. It bounces back up slightly, then plummets again.
I can no longer continue this, so unless there's some sort of outrage in the comments of this asking for it to be continued, I'm not going to continue.
I haven't written anything for this fic in forever and I have completely lost interest in it. I also read over a couple chapters and realized that the plot is all over the place.
It's terrible, really. A terrible piece of work.
But I should be thankful for the people who did read it, and for getting over 100 reads. I do really appreciate that.
Maybe I don't appreciate it enough.
You know what? I've come to the conclusion that I'm selfish. Extremely selfish.
I also changed ALL of my beautiful book covers into pride flags in a very gay rage. (That wasn't supposed to sound offensive but it did whoops. Guys I'm gay it's fine *lowkey just came out*) I need to remake them all anyway because I changed my username forever ago and never changed the author name on the covers. So yeah. That'll take another eternity to do. (Update: I made all new covers, only half of them would save onto Wattpad, so I gave up and switched it all to AoT drawings)
Although this story may be over, I have finished two other fics within just a week, one of them a new one. I also started another one that seems to be coming along well. I'll give you a hint. Brendon Urie. Well, actually, I haven't decided what to do with Bren in the story yet, but he definitely is important. Obviously Ty and Josh will be in it too. I'm still figuring out the plot.
It'll be called "cigarettes and starbucks" and it'll be in all lowercase (my aesthetic djdjwkxj) and I have a feeling it's going to be really good. I'm trying something, new, with it. So yeah, be on the lookout for that.
I'm writing more, thank god. I've been wanting to write but I had major writers block. It took me a month to write two hundred words. Pathetic, right?
Anyway,
Goodbye, Aesthetic. It was fun while it lasted.
