Heaven_Olarte

Ugh... I got ambitious and made this plan to rework my old, unfinished fanfics.... BUT NOW I DON'T WANT TO AHAHSDHJBASHBD. How to rework an 11-year-old's writing anyway? Kinda a pain in the ass............ I'm whining about this now, but I've yet to delete those books from my drafts........... Cuz a part of me does wanna see those books come to a proper end askdnaskjdnkasdb
          
          Yeah. So well... I'll still be working on em

Lmao. Kinda funny when these bots (or idk... maybe they real people) comment or message about making writers profit or extend their audience reach. Like... Idc AHAHSJHDBAJHSBD
          
          Thanks for the free comments Ig. But more than that, it kinda feels like someone disposed trash in my room without a care. Unwarranted. And from absolute strangers too.
          
          But ig that's the reality of online platforms in the present day. It wasn't like this before. But it sure is easy for noise to just insert itself in a multitude of virtual spaces.
          
          That's a reality I have to come to accept... Eventually xD For now, let me be genuinely, openly, and fully be annoyed by it

Almost 3 months into my job and I feel like a changed person already ahahahaha. Is this what happens when you join working society? 
          
          Idk but this struggle isn't too bad. I'm just earnestly doing what I think I can do well. And since I've been adjusting fairly well, perhaps it's time to start writing again. 
          
          I'm a bit excited <3

I won't be so active on Wattpad anymore. That's mainly because I got a job! Yay!
          
          But... Well... Life happened. My heart has never been heavier. 
          
          I can't believe I'm at an age where friends and acquaintances can get married now, have kids and all that. It's a beautiful, yet unfamiliar happening. And that's great! 
          
          But this one... God... I don't know how I'll cope. A classmate of mine passed. A kind, friendly, easygoing kind of guy. He had just begun to chase what he wanted to do— pursue his goals. He's still so young.
          
          I have to work tomorrow. I still have to stay strong. But I guess... Life is so fleeting. Thinking back on him, my late classmate back in uni, I started to feel that I should channel my energy into things that absolutely matter.
          
          I don't wanna give more space for the angry, sad, despairing voices in my head. Even if I feel like a shell of a person at times, I think I'll want to try to be complete. 
          
          When life comes to an end, I want to leave more things that make people smile rather than making them cry.
          
          That being said, I will be publishing my poetry books in due time. Thanks for the support, votes, and comments on those works! 
           

Hi there! I saw you’re an author and got curious what sparked the idea for your very first book?  I find it so inspiring to hear how writers begin their journey.

Hi. If you want, you can  vote for @Marialenaliva:  Courage and Hope and Ariadne's Crown, and I can vote for your stories too." i will vote as @chrisoula3 i will write and 3 comments great chapter ,amazing. write and you please. The Crown of Ariadne. I hope you get to read it and enjoy it. It is based on a true love story. The title is connected to the story. And the other it's true story he is my grandfather.

Sometimes, I wonder... Where I would be if I had chosen me. 
          
          Catholic ideals, school teachings and the words of family took root in my young mind. My thoughts are scrambled.
          
          Servant leadership. To lead is to serve. 
          
          Excellence. Why strive for less if you can strive for more?
          
          Selflessness. Take out the "me" and make it "them".
          
          Unconditional love. To love regardless of who, when, and where. 
          
          Enough. What I wasn't able to do for my family.
          
          Well... Just my mom really.
          
          I ponder this all now because of my fragmented identity. 
          I sometimes become a shell to be inhabited by another. 
          I sometimes become a canvas to be filled to someone's liking. 
          
          But with more and more awareness, I'll be me. 
          I might still have to find me.
          But I hope to be me.

Hey! 
          Would you be up for a vote-for-vote? I’d love to support your story and would be grateful if you could check out mine.

My weekend was jam-packed, but fulfilling. I have probably never done and accomplished so much over the weekend. 
          
          It seemed too good to be true, so for a short moment before bed, I started wondering when the string of bad happenings was to come. Pessimistic thinking... 
          
          But it's probably not that bad was to come. It's that everything else would probably feel less happy and less fulfilling compared to the past two days. And so it's not bad. I'll feel the emptiness for a while for sure, but it'll go away in due time. 

Late night reading, writing and editing until it's past midnight ahahaha. It's been a while since I've done this. I missed this feeling.