So the more I think about it, the more I find it so crazy that I've been on here since 2016, wrote a book that got pretty popular despite not being very good, have taken down my story to be rewritten (I swear one day I'll finish rewriting), made some online friends, found community and even found out myself through others works, and soon I'll be graduating and going to college. I started this account a few months before my mother passed and took solace in my work and managed to more or less write 26 chapters for it. I adored reading everyone's comments and how they reacted to how I put out my work. I've continued to return to this account periodically when I'd get a huge reading streak going, or when someone would text me on here (even though I'm horrible at replying), and every time I'd love what I returned to because its become a massive part of my life. It helped me get through some of the hardest periods in my life and honestly, I don't think I'll ever not come back to this app, unless they somehow make an even worse update. Anyways, I don't really know where I'm going with this. That's for reading this little ramble, lol.
-Jax