“Signing Off… For Now”
I never thought I'd write something like this.
The past few days have been a little heavy—WhatsApp was down, I couldn’t post for a while. And even when I tried logging in through a different account just to keep the story going… there wasn’t even a single read.
I know—maybe not maybe, definitely—it was my fault.
I had the best scene in mind. But ideas alone aren’t enough. It’s a skill—presenting it, building an audience, keeping someone hooked. And maybe I haven’t mastered that yet.
The words and comments I did receive earlier... maybe they were from people who already knew me, or those who supported me because I once supported them. Not because the story truly reached them.
And now, it feels like... giving up.
I’m not saying this in the moment—I’ve felt it growing slowly. Like something is missing in my writing, the excitement, the hook, the way it should feel alive.
Truth is, I’d stay a little more motivated if I just had one read.
But this silence, it’s disheartening.
Maybe it’s not my time. Maybe I’m not ready yet.
I truly respect every creator out there who just keeps going, no matter what. Because I… I’m just a normal writer.
One who might come back, maybe.
I won’t delete this story.
Somewhere, deep inside, a tiny part of me still believes that someone might understand what I tried to create.
And to the one or two people who truly enjoyed what I wrote—I feel accountable to you.
I’m sorry I couldn’t give you my best. I couldn’t keep the engagement.
But for now… I’ll sign off here.
Maybe silence will have answers that noise never did.
