Hey guys. It’s...It’s been a while. Almost another year since I last updated in fact. So...I’ll just cut to the chase.
Thank you guys for all the love and support. They truly, TRULY warm my heart. I tried and tried to post the third chapter you have waited almost two years for. But...I just can’t. It’s been hard actually taking the time and getting to work on this story. After I posted the second chapter, I grew insecure about it despite the positive feedback. As time grew, so did my doubts and insecurities. It went to the point where I actually cringe when I reread everything. I try to fight it, but alas I can’t.
In late July, shortly after graduation, I had moved from California to Wisconsin, as a means for a fresh start. A fresh start AWAY from the things that plagued me back home. Moving there meant that I had to leave my friends, family, and my memories behind, so it was a huge decision for me to make. And while I did indeed get a fresh start, it was not what I wanted. The things that plagued me back then still plague me now as I’m typing this. In fact, they have actually worsened. I believe that I have a form of anxiety, or something like that, I don’t know. It took me up until a few months after I moved to notice these issues and to realize that this wasn’t normal. And what’s more, it took me even longer to realize that I had these issues for a long, LONG time. I silently curse myself for being so blind to it. It’s because of these issues that I hadn’t updated. It wasn’t only because of laziness, writer’s block, and such. I was...afraid. Afraid of negativity. I know I say that I’m open to any reasonable critiques, but is that really true? I want it to be...but it’s not.
Anytime I go to work on it, I get so god damn frustrated because I want it to be perfect. Not literally. What I mean is that I get frustrated just writing a sentence in a way I deem unfitting and such. Y’know?