Killua x Reader - I cant believe I tried to kill her

DAMN

Alright I started this train wreck when I was around ten or eleven. I joined this site in like 2016. I don't know when I started the book and I'm too lethargic to check, but you can do the math. I don't know when I finished it either, but I remember the sense of pride I felt. I created something, and though when it was finished it only had a few hundred views (which is hard enough for me to grasp), it now has around 11 thousand. And I get in, in the grand scheme of the internet 11k people isn't shit. But honestly it's 11 thousand people! All of you are people! And I'm not sure how accurate that number is, or how it's calculated, but either way it seems surreal. I'm sorry if this fanfiction seems old and cringy, with bad wording and a bad plot. I was a fetus trying to write a story about a character I loved. And I'm not active for the most part. I occasionally read fanfictions on here because, as most of the teens on here can relate to, sometimes your imagination (or other people's in this case) is the most effective cure to loneliness. I just wanted to thank everyone who read/is reading this and apologize if it's not the epic story you wished for. I'd really like to write more, maybe a crush x reader story since it would appeal to more people. Plus I don't really have an obsession right now anyway. I won't be deleting this story, I know a lot of people delete their old, cringy works, but I figured there might be teens out there that would still enjoy it. However, as of now, I don't plan on editing it and touching it up either. I find it a bit traumatic to read my own writing, and an almost 4 year old one would be an even worse experience. I hope that's understandable! Anyway, sorry for the waste of time, but thanks for reading! I hope you all have an amazing 2020!