Notes for and from stories

I am not fragile

I am not fragile.

I'm a writer. I write and I post what I want,

I'm a dreamer. I disappear in a world created by me, and I write to bring you along.

I'm a thinker. I'm a believer. I'm a carer.

I want to know what you like, what you don't, what melts your heart and what rips it apart. What you want to read, and what you want to imagine. I want to please my readers with my work, as well as enjoy writing it.

But I'm not fragile

I'm a writer. I'm a dreamer.

I'm a thinker and a believer.

I cry along as I write. I laugh. I smile. I grin. I make faces so I can imagine what I write better.

I smile whenever someone comments. I laugh when it's funny, I smile when you sing, I grin when I see that my story has affected you.

It makes me feel confident that I've touched you with my writing. I've got you so into what I write, that you react. You laugh, smile, comment, and scream at me. That's an accomplishment.

No, I'm not fragile.

I can take a mean comment. I can take being called a bitch by a stranger across the world. I can take the most.

But don't treat me like a fragile hero.

Don't treat me like you look up to me, and what I write is the new god-book. Don't expect me to react the way you think I am. Don't apologize for feeling. Don't apologize for your comments.

I've seen the comments some get. You are the best readers ever. You sing, you laugh, you comment. You enjoy my writing (from what I've understood).

Don't treat me like I'm fragile.

Yes, it means so much that you stand up to me, and I feel so loved. But when someone apologizes for commenting that they didn't sign up for sadness, it's gone too far.

If anything, I'm the villain.

I get you so into my story. I get you to continue to read. I get some of you to wait for my new chapter. I get you to read sinful things.

I ain't no hero. I'm not nice enough for that. I can be a bitch, if I'm triggered. I can be an arsehole, if I'm treated unfairly.

And right now, I am.

Do not treat me like I'm fragile. I'm not.

Comment what you want, but expect someone to react. Some take it to heart, and that's okay. Some don't and see it as a joke, and that's okay. Some doens't care at all, and that's okay.

Comment what you feel like. Comment what you think. Comment if you want to!

But you're human, and others are human. We all react differently.

I can be called a bitch. I was a bitch. I killed our Connor. I expected reactions.

And I got a lot. Some expected, then that escalated.

So thank you for caring. Thank you for reading. Thank you for letting me rip your heart out. Thank you for voting. Thank you for commenting. Thank you for telling me how my writing affects you. Thank you for still joking about Cooner. Thank you for pointing our my mistakes and grammar. Thank you for being patient when the chapters take long. Thank you for caring about me.

Thank you for loving this villian. I might spare you when I take over the world.