Hey.
Long time aye?
I'm sorry guys.
I might just have to discontinue this book.
Wanna know why?
Check my wattpad conversations.
It kinda explains there.
Also my depression is catching up.
I'm stressed.
I have constant thoughts that I'm being used.
I have the constant that that I'm being mentally abused without knowing.
I feel like peopls see me as an object.
Which im not.
I wrote this book about someone that i loved.
And i still love them.
We're complicated.
But thats ok.
Right?
I cant even remember the last time we hugged properly.
To be honest, the image at the top represents how I feel right now.
A fucking book can describe my feeling better than myself.
Thats pathetic.
Its awful.
Im going to try and spend some time alone.
Hopefully it works.
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Love guys.
Xoxo
