It's currently 1:29 am as I type this.
I suddenly remembered this account existed. Words cannot describe the nostalgia I have, I've re-read some of my works from 2017 - 2018, and all I can think to say is,
Wow, I wrote all these words, and characters, and built these worlds in the back of a classroom isolated from my peers. I built stories that were made to have happy endings because I was scared I wouldn't have my own. Back then I was twelve/thirteen years old, back then I couldn't see making it past fourteen. Now I'm eighteen years old and doing better, now I can look back at myself all those years ago and think;
"Wow someone needs to hug this kid and tell her she's not alone, she was never really alone."
So here's a message for the younger me,
Your okay now, you are safe, you're loved dearly, and it's okay if not everyone likes you. You don't need to make everyone happy, just yourself. Those people were only your friends for a season and that's okay, the real ones stayed around. You have your people, you can breathe now your gonna be okay.
Your job is done, you've grown up.
And I will always be proud of you and I'll always remember who I was at this point in our life.
And with that, I retire the pen name;
Ash Greenpearl |-/