After Action [COMPLETED]

[GR] "EXPOSITION"

Written 31 July 2019

I think one of the reasons why I've held myself back from writing another novel is because I have no fond childhood memories to speak of (that's why the conversations between all characters in my novels are somewhat stilted), and I regret not having one. Also, with the same sentiment I was spewing out with every chance I got―about how the Filipino Wattpad readership have become stagnant over time―I don't think anyone will recognize my works, even after I die. Lastly, I think my own nightmare scenario has actually happened:

I cannot imagine myself writing any more stories in the future.

I think this novel project I've put on the back burner for a long time might be my last.

From there onward, only three choices are left for me to choose: 1) become an "NPC"―i. e., live for the purpose of surviving in a dangerously unstable world; 2) admit myself to a lunatic asylum; or 3) just keel over and let my own shitshow playing on the world's silver screen called "life" end―with a whimper, that is. I've had more than my own fair share of lonely experiences, after all, and happiness seems like a tiny speck of light at the end of a dark tunnel, slowly fading away from my own two eyes.

Not even MIDNIGHTGODDESS can save this "shadow" from the darkness.