Music and stories have a lot in common, and when I was younger, music was the easier of the two choices. Rather than dedicate a year or more to a single story, I could spend five minutes venting then call it a day, the results immediately gratifying.
This here fancy titled folder (are they folders, here on Wattpad?) will be filled with old pieces I wrote in spouts of anger, fits of rage, and depths of depression. Maybe, on occasion, a happy one will fall into the ranks. Who knows?
Alas, please enjoy.