Iamanextrovertnerd

Sometimes, I just feel that people around me will one day forget everything about me. I will only be a distant memory to them all. That once I get away, no one will even think about me, call me, message me, or remember me. I feel i would just become a ghost in their stories.

Iamanextrovertnerd

Sometimes, I just feel that people around me will one day forget everything about me. I will only be a distant memory to them all. That once I get away, no one will even think about me, call me, message me, or remember me. I feel i would just become a ghost in their stories.

Iamanextrovertnerd

Hehe... Hehe... Hehe...
          
          I am planning a book idea, but I am not sure if you all will like it. It's a bl and will have regression as a theme, but will be a bit dark. Anyway, not started writing but have started brainstorming. Let me know if you all will read it.
          
          Also, try the book [System error]: Gong has fallen in love or The Starry night.

Cmcph6503

Just letting you know your chapters are out of order in "His Highness Causes Trouble Again!!!" Starting from chapter 23 to the most recent update 

Cmcph6503

@Iamanextrovertnerd Both, the chapters go from future events to past events like your reading the book backwards, and I sent the email to 2511a.mishra@gmail.com
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Iamanextrovertnerd

@Cmcph6503 Is it chapter listing that's out of order or story continuity? And I have not received the email yet.
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Cmcph6503

@Iamanextrovertnerd just sent screenshots to your email
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Iamanextrovertnerd

Hey, hi, you lovely twenty 
          It’s wild, isn’t it? How something as small as a number can make your heart do that tiny happy dance.
          I don’t get a flood of comments or a storm of votes — but I do get you.
          Twenty souls who decided my words were worth a read.
          That’s enough to make the world feel a little less quiet.
          
          So thank you — for staying, for scrolling, for silently reading through the chaos and calm I write.
          You don’t always comment, and that’s okay. I feel you here anyway.
          We’re growing slow, but steady.
          And one day, when this little world gets bigger,
          I’ll remember — it all started with you twenty.