Hi everyone!
It's past 4 in the morning and I just had a nightmare. Again.
I woke up and had a dream about my Wattpad era, an era I thought I had long forgotten. Anyway, the dream urged me to redownload this app again and check on my profile. Ang dami pa palang nagda-drop by to check on me and to read the stories I left behind but I just want you to know guys that I really appreciate everything.
Thank you so much for never letting my stories die when even I, myself, have buried these tales alive. I guess, I owe everyone an apology and maybe an explanation for why I left this app suddenly.
Guys, the reason why I started writing isn't because I just had a passion for it but because someone inspired me to start it and found passion later. Back then, I was so good at putting words into writing that my grandfather asked me to write a few for him and interpret his thoughts. That's how I started. In fact, he named some of the characters and even plotted some of the twists. This is what we usually talk about when I was young.
However, the year I was at my peak, I lost my pen. I lost him. You see, I grew up with him, for me, he was my only parent. Nung nawala siya, I couldn't write, I couldn't think of anything. I couldn't just move on and sabihin walang nangyari. It took a toll on me partly because of the guilt and regret I carry to this day. He died alone, he died of not being able to see me. It didn't help the fact that during the pandemic, I lost so much. I lost a lot of people.
It's been so many years guys and I wasn't able to fully heal from it. I was just surviving for the past years. Even writing this was so hard and even re-reading the stories was so difficult because it brings back a lot of memories.
Anyway, I didn't mean to take up too much of your time reading this but I just want you to know guys, I want to find my way back and I really am finding my way back.
Thank you for your never-ending support and never-ending understanding.