DiA

Dear author-sama, pls continue updating ur book "Get Demoted into a Cannon Fodder"  the latest plot is one of my favorites and I really like where it was going

Hey author! When are you going to update the gangster wife?

Hello... 
          
          Don't worry, I am still alive. Although some frictions and many problems remain unresolved, the war has cooled down to a certain degree.
          
          At least, no one talked about fleeing anymore.
          
          To be honest, I kind of regret making my previous post. It felt like I was tossing out an excuse to be pardoned. Not to mention, everyone is dealing with their own worries; I don’t have to add another on their plate.
          
          I am used to having no one ask me, ‘Why did you cry?’
          
          You see, I am a people pleaser.
          
          I am both looking forward to and dreading reading comments.
          
          There was a time when someone asked ‘When will you update?’ I replied, saying something along the lines that I am mentally unwell, so I don’t know. They replied, ‘I understand those feelings.’ A few days later, the same person commented, ‘Update?’
          
          I realized ‘Ah. No one really gives a damn about me.’
          
          Both online and offline.
          
          To be honest, I’ve already decided on a date.
          
          My birthday.
          
          Don’t be alarmed, for now it is on hold.
          
          After all Death has always lived in the present, not the future.
          
          Today, my mood is rather okay, so I finally mustered the courage to read comments on Wattpad. To be honest, I didn’t expect to receive any replies, at least not good ones anyway.
          
          I didn’t really think my childish writings would make even a ripple in someone’s life; the weight should be less than a particle. To think that over 30 people would take their time to write and pray for my safety… it is unimaginable.
          
          This reminds me once more why I kept coming back despite already giving up on living.
          
          Thank you for your well wishes. I, too, pray that everyone is moving forward like a true warrior.
          
          Have a nice weekend.
          
          As always, updates are irregular.

Hello author.
          I love all your stories. And you did give me something in my time of darkness. Although maybe not the same darkness you felt right now.
          
          So I hope you don't think of yourself as a good for nothing.
          
          I'll pray for your safety.
          In the meantime, I hope you could keep yourself healthy. In mind and body.
          
          
          Really hope everything goes well for you.
          
          We never meet each other, but your story make me cry sometimes.
          
          So, let's be healthy together Author.
          
          And maybe meet again here

There is a war raging in my country.
          
          Just the other day, a bomb dropped not far away from where I'm living. Many more will likely follow soon...
          
          Everyone is fleeing in all directions, trying to get away from the flame. Both young and old are mourning for their lost homes and lost ones.
          
          Soon, it might be my turn to be in a refugee camp or even worse gone for good.
          
          I want to disappear quietly, since after all, it is what I do all the time anyway. Going MIA for months or even years. This way, you guys can assume that I am just living my life somewhere, happily.
          
          However, since the future looks grim for poor ordinary folks like us, I have decided to do a proper farewell just in case.
          
          At least in this way, I get closure.
          
          For a good-for-nothing like me to be able to live to this day is already a miracle. With how everyone looks at me as if they are reading the word failure, it is suffocating. My feet definitely touch the ground, but I feel as if I am hovering mid-air with a rope around my neck.
          
          When I was ready to go, however, a door that I didn’t even know existed suddenly opened from the other side.
          
          I started looking forward to living.
          
          I was happy at the thought that I might become a functional person again.
          
          And yet. The path crumbled.
          
          And I stood still, helpless.
          
          The memories I made here with you guys over all these years, I will continue to look at them fondly.
          
          If fate still has some warmth left, I hope to see you guys again.
          
          Farewell.

Hiloooooo, I'm here againnn, hehe(⁠｡⁠•́⁠︿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)

Come back plss, I miss Wife... Gangster 

Helloo author, well, I really enjoyed reading all your stories. it's been quite a while I hope you're doing great. I've lost count on how many times I re-read your stories >⁠.⁠<

if you dont want to update just delete your acc here you are making your reader wait for your update but you dont even update it if you dropped it or what just go on your life and delete your acc so reader wont check if you upd or not.

is "My Wife Suddenly Turns Into A Gangster" dropped?