Okay. Hi.
I know.
I lied.
It ended.
I'M SORRY.
I just knew how I was going to end it, and I wasn't sure what else to do for the book. Plus, I just REALLY want to write more of Accident, "Just Friends," and It's Her, Not Him!. They are all other books, two of them are Wiibles, [Amy x Wiishu] and the other is Septiplier. I'm mostly working on IH,NH! rather the other two. It's just, I'm going through a bit of a "gender crisis" and I'm kind of hoping it will help me discover who I want to be.
Also, I just want to say thank you once again for sticking with me for this long. I would have had enough motivation to even finish the book.
I really hope I didn't disappoint you all.
Like, you are the only people that appreciate my writing. I actually get bullied based off of appearance and other things, including my singing, [which I usually get praise on], and my art [which I also usually get praise on] and then the fact that I'm not well fit. [I'm very weak, except for in the legs.]
Also, I'm socially awkward a lot of the time. And I'm REALLY claustrophobic. Like, REALLY. If you touch me for two long or if you like, hug me or just keep me from moving for two long, or too many hands, things like that makes me freak the FUCK OUT.
Are there any facts you guys want me to know?
Here's a few I can just think about right now.
I started taking Spanish, but dropped out so I could join Advanced/year long choir, I draw, I wrote a lot, I bingewatch, Markiplier [I'm watching him play Welcome to the Game 2 as I'm writing], Jacksepticeye, CrankGamePlays, Kwite, and then everyone else after that.
I really love sunsets. And pretty colors. And colors. Colors. Also, FOOD.
ALSO. IF YOU RECERENCE HAMILTON [or, really, any musical] I WILL NOT GET IT. And, please don't comment on EVERY. SINGLE. PARAGRAPH. I love you guys, you are all most of the reason I have not done any permanent damage to myself, but I really don't like spam. Especially since I'm still in school until.. the fourteenth? Twelfth? I can't remember. But, I don't get out until 3:30 pm, [I live in Washington, so I think it's Pacific time.] So, please don't comment at every paragraph.
But, if there's anything else you want to know, like my gender, my face, the sound of my voice, social media, age, things like that. I'm not sure if I'm comfortable saying the city. And, real name is like that as well. But do NOT call me it if I ever do tell you.
Anyway, I think I have pretty much covered everything. The apology, thank you, and the facts I can remember.
So, love you all, stay awesome, buh-bye!
~ Author-Chan ♡
P.S.,
If you think I missed anything I should add, like if there's a second book or stuff like that, dm me.
Bye now!
~ Author-Chan ♡
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