Monarch

Well, I thought I posted this earlier, but better late than never, right?
          
          Here’s to an anniversary I’ll probably miss celebrating properly because, well… life.
          
          2,192 days. Nearly six years on this app. I was just 12 when I started here—now I’m in my first year of college, 18. Crazy how time flies, huh?
          
          What a journey it’s been. I can still remember back when I couldn’t even figure out how to separate paragraphs. Ha!
          
          I can’t say for certain if being a writer will ever be my career. But honestly? That doesn’t matter as much as I once thought it would. What matters to me is how far I’ve come, how much I’ve grown—just from this little hobby I decided to dive into.
          
          From spontaneous posts to silent hiatuses, from highs to lows, and friends to rivals—I can look back at all of it and smile. It’s wild to see how my interests have shifted over time, and how that’s shaped my writing. From the days of Wings of Fire and Monster Hunter, to Pokémon, and now my very own little original story I’m working on—for both you and myself.
          
          I’ll admit… I sometimes wish I’d cherished those early days more. I’d give anything to go back and be that kid again, to relive the nostalgia of simpler times, reconnect with people I knew and drifted apart from, and revisit those moments in high school when I was just trying to keep myself together.
          
          But here I am now—in college, pushing through new challenges (hello, anxiety hallucinations!), and clinging onto this one constant: the joy of creating and sharing stories.
          
          To those who’ve been with me since the start.
          To those who’ve joined me along the way.
          To those who’ve become a part of my heart.
          
          Happy Sixth Anniversary. Here’s to everything we’ve shared—and everything that’s still to come. 

Howdy all!
          
          Finally released a new addition of "A Flaming Monster" 
          The burst of motivation hit hard and you wont see me again for MONTHS!
          Anyway, I'll probably post more, until then!
          See ya around!
          
          -Blue

Welcome to the day of gluttons. Happy Thanksgiving you lot

Hi there! I'm a part of a small group of writers named EeveeAlliance. I really like your story, and I think you're a very talented writer. We have a slot open for a new writer, and I think you’d be a great fit! There's no pressure or anything, we're just a group of friends working on a passion project. If you're interested, please let me know! Anyway, have a great rest of your day.
          
          -Volt C. Revision
          (10/12/24, 21:02, -4 GMT)

Hello, Blue here.
          
          I just wanted to check in on you lot that still looms around Wattpad.
          
          How are you guys? You okay?
          Had any water or food today? 
          How is life fairing for you lot? 
          Anything exciting or joyous happen? 
          

Moving into my Dorm room today 

Been a minute hasn’t it?? 
          
          So, short story short. 
          
          My dream college accepted me. 

Diverting some attention to my Infection one shots while working on AFM in the background. I have changed the plot of it so much I need to do an entire rewrite with what has happened since I gained new ideas on the fly and I am in a desperate need to get organized or it will turn out horrible. 

Ya know, I sometimes get a notification when I’m just listening to Music. Specifically from wattpad that just makes me smile. Someone adding one of my stories, more specifically AFM to their little pokemon or eeveelution collections and it never fails to put a smile on my face. 

What’s funny to me. Is that people all around me so desperately seek out love. Pleasure. Care. And sweet words. 
          
          And what I chuckle about, is that I may not be desperate for love. I’m desperate for care. A warm touch. A kind word. I do not seek life time partners.
          
          I yearn for someone to hold me in their arms
          And tell me I can cry. And no judgment shall be past. No harsh thoughts. No false smiles. No false words of confidence and reassurance. Just warm embrace, with silence. I just want to feel at peace. 
          
          I don’t find friends like that. I find friends to hang with. But never be there emotionally. I can never rant to my friends that I feel stuck. Without judgment being passed. So I worry, if I ever find love. How would I be able to help them through something? If Al I’ve been taught and seen is to disregard their feelings? 
          
          Cast them aside like trash, never to be picked up again and for the wind to throw them about and displace them in places they may only cause more damage. Leading a cycle to continue. 
          
          Who am I to say I can help when I’ve never been helped? 
          
          Who am I to say those marvelous heart string tugging words of “I love you” if I’ve never seen true love? 
          
          How am i to help? 
          How am I to care? 
          How am I to have pride? 
          How am I to communicate?
          How am I to love?
          How am I to think? 
          How am I to survive.