thirty seven | luna

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I'm so sad

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I'm so sad. I commented on a few of my favorite Wattpad stories saying it would be cool if people checked my story out and someone commented "stfu" and called me the n-word. Like, I thought Harry stans were supposed to be kind??? What happened to TPWK??? I know it was lowkey thirsty of me to self-promo my story but I did it nicely and I am proud of my story and want to grow my readers. I don't think there is anything wrong with that.

Anyways, now I don't know how I am supposed to grow my audience if I can't comment stuff to promote my work. Please tell your friends about my story, I would really appreciate it. Love you guys so much. Thanks for all of the love and support you've given to this book.

 Thanks for all of the love and support you've given to this book

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Thursday, October 1st

I listen to the dial tone from my phone that's pressed to my ear as my heart rate begins to climb astronomically. A part of me hopes she doesn't answer so I can just leave a voicemail and be done with it... but to my dismay, that is not the case.

"Hello Luna," I hear my mom say through the phone.

"Hi Mom," I reply.

"It's good to hear from you," she says. "What have you been up to, Bunny?"

I sigh, taking a moment to think about everything that's changed since I last spoke to her. "Just school; I'm working on my story for the writing program," I say.

"Oh," she reacts, unimpressed with my writing career choice. "Please tell me you are being social and you aren't holed up in your room like last year. That Mackenzie is keeping you active, right?" She adds, concerned about my well-being. Somehow, though, her tone seems judgmental rather than genuinely worried about me.

"Yeah, I've been going out and having fun," I say. "I've been dancing a lot more."

She completely ignores my comment about dancing, not even trying to hide her resentment towards the passion I have for this hobby of mine. "Hopefully you meet someone soon to finally get you over that no good drug addict," she spits through the speaker. I roll my eyes at her complete insensitivity. "You should go on a date," she adds.

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