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 To My Dearest Readers,
          	
          	Life has been going on as usual, and it’s not that I’ve lost the will to write, ideas still visit me like old friends. New stories whisper in my mind, and I still dream up little angsty tales that I ache to share. But lately… I’ve been struggling. When I first joined Wattpad, I didn’t do it for fame or numbers. I wrote because my heart was overflowing, because I wanted to bring my worlds and characters to life and share them with you. Back then, even if only a few people read my stories, I didn’t mind. I was just happy, passionate, alive because I was writing.
          	
          	But as time passed, something changed. I started craving not just readers, but connection, the kind that comes from knowing someone feels what I feel through my words. Every time I saw other authors receiving comments, discussions, and love from their readers, I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe I wasn’t good enough, if my stories weren’t reaching hearts the way I hoped. Still, I kept writing even when it hurt. But now, whenever I open my phone to write, a quiet voice whispers “Why? No one’s waiting anyway” I know that voice isn’t fair, yet it keeps echoing. It’s been over a month since I last uploaded, not because I don’t care, but because I feel trapped.....stuck in a cage of doubt that I can’t break free from. Writing, which once set me free, now feels like it’s breaking me
          	
          	Maybe I sound ungrateful, but I promise I’m not. Every single one of you who’s ever read even a line of my stories means the world to me. But the silence has been heavy, writing without feedback feels like shouting into the void, and I’m slowly losing my voice in it. So this is me being honest with you, my lovelies. I’m still here, and I’ll finish the books I’ve started, but after that… I think I’ll step back. It’s been years of creating, of hoping, of giving all I have and now, I’m just a tired little potato ☆☆