16/6/20 UPDATE FOR NEW READERS: i'm writing new reddie stories AT THIS VERY MOMENT and im so excited to share it soon. i'm sorry for not continuing this fic but please keep this in your library if u want so that you don't miss my updates on WHEN i'll be uploading new fics. i'm so thankful for yallz kind messages about my writing. i started this fic in 2017, and my writing has improved SO much all the way from general descriptions, to character portrayal and development and i have a much better understanding of literature. i'm so proud of my writing atm and if u liked my 2017 writing, stick around if u want even better :)))
this message below was from like a year ago
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LMAO yes bitches it's ME long timw no see huh? sorry for my absence i haven't been into writing much these past couple of months and lost interest in this story. i have NOT however lost interest in IT or reddie because they're all still my babies and i love them very very much.
a alot happened to my life whilst i was away, i saw calpurnia and i met and talked to finn wolfhard, i got into many new fandoms, i acted in films, i acted in front of thousands of people, i found out im gonna be in the west end theatre, i made new friends, i learned how to live with my anxiety, without therapy (because that shit is scary and i hate talking about my feelings), i figured out how i want to live my life in the future and what im gonna do as an adult. it's scary you know? in 2 years i'll be moving out, going to university, living away from my family, doing whatever the fuck i want. i think i got a grip of myself. my writing was my only solution when i was sad or anxious. it was a coping method. and i hate the fact that my writing is the cause of my sadness. i was abused, i hung out with older people who were bad influences, i did drugs, i smoked, i drank. i just never cared. but i think now ive had time, writing seems more like a hobby now. it seems like something i'd do if i was inspired, motivated, happy. that's exactly why i don't want to continue this story. this story was the result of my sorrow. the abuse richie went through, his own eternal sadness, the further plot that would discover eddie's sadness. it brings me back to square one if i carry on with this story. i don't want to continue something that will constantly remind me of the rough patch in my life. i want to start new and fresh, with a story that will make me happy.
i will be writing again. and it is gonna be reddie. probably not on here cuz wattpad is kinda wack now and no one goes on it. so i might be writing on archive of our own. my username on there is @katrinaskata . but who knows? maybe i will write on here.
for now, peace out say hi to your mom for me will ya?
-your fave mwah xox
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flowers ≠ reddie
Random"pretty mama sews, stitches in all your bitches broken hearts" - Eddie was weaving sweet flowers' stems into each other. Flower after flower. Soft little daisies that glided against Eddie's fingertips. He stopped and looked at the view in front of h...
