So, I feel like this book isn't well written. I started this about 2 years ago, and it hasn't gone anywhere.
I can't manage to stick on a schedule, and swimming doesn't help either.
I feel like I can't write a good book, and like I can't write anything good.
I can't handle my own creations, and I'm not good at making them.
I feel like I can't handle the stress from school and swimming, while still regularly updating my books.
I feel like I'll never be good as the other amazing authors out there on Wattpad.
I feel like the plot is too cleche, that this book isn't loved.
I know I need help in handling all of this, except nobody knows that I do this in the real life.
I read all of these things in books where depression and other things are involved that I am loved. But I can't feel that.
I can't control the monster under my skin.
I hold my shattered heart, hoping someone will notice. All the while putting a mask and fake smile on, saying "I'm fine"
Im only human.
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The Reveal: A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction
FanfictionWhat happens when Chat stalls long enough for the masks to fall? Written like a play. Season 2, I don't own any characters.
