Losing the motivation to write doesn’t even hurt anymore… it just feels natural now.
1.8k reads, 310 votes, and almost no comments… I keep telling myself that numbers shouldn’t matter, but silence has a way of making you question whether your words are reaching anyone at all.
Only 7–8 chapters are left. I will finish them… and then I think I am done begging for votes, comments, or even a small sign that someone is still here.
For a long time, my self-respect has been asking me to stop. But I stayed because I wanted to complete this story for the few loyal readers who once made this place feel like home.
Now even they have become busy with their own lives and slowly moved on. I don’t blame anyone… life happens.
It just feels painful to accept that something which once meant so much to me now feels so empty.
Somewhere along the way, I lost the personal connection I had here too. That is why I don’t post about myself or Jiju anymore. I no longer feel like sharing pieces of my life in a place where I barely feel seen.
So now, I am simply waiting to finish the story… close this chapter of my life… and quietly leave.
Maybe nobody will notice.
And perhaps that is exactly why leaving feels easier now.