Xelphina Nyxalis

Yeah I’m f*cked.  Very screwed, like I just booked an eye test for my first time in Australia. Usually I do my eye test in Vietnam but it’s taking too long so I just decided to paid 70$ for that appointment and have it tested in the same day only to find out that my eyesight went from bad to worse. I can’t specify the number but it’s 5 to 3 or that’s what I recall.
          
          Let’s just say I have to buy another pair of glasses because mine is no longer helpful and my sister took this chance to tell my parents to cut the wifi at 8 pm and now I had no choice but to reschedule my entire hours of my hobbies and school management.
          
          I swear this is my Karma for isolating and distancing myself from this Asian family and now I’m taking another swallow pill but not emotionally, thank god.
          
          I won’t be throwing a tantrum, obviously. I’m still growing, gotta be mature but holy sheesh that I felt like I’m the problem because my parents started arguing, all because my mother complains how and asks why my glasses is expensive only for my dad who was with me at the appointment to argues that it’s necessary.
          
          I hate my parents but at least one gotta be reasonable and right enough and men, I wish I’m smart enough to not get myself in this position I’m currently in. It’s not like I’m staying up at night in everyday, well, used to, but now? I put all my attention for school work for the exams next week. 
          
          I lost all motivation and it’s only get me this far before I give up and have to finish school before going back to my hobbies and my world.
          
          Men, I gone through a lot of humbling experiences in just one week. Even it was by accident or my stupid mistakes that I do or say without thinking.
          
          Luckily my mother is too worn out from the argument so it spared me a screaming match with her, much to my younger bitc- sister’s dismay. She just wanted me to get in trouble.
          

Hi everyone, I’m back, and my apologies for the sudden crashing- well mental breakdown through this announcement two or yesterday, I’m fine now. I got my main email back and thank god, it did or else I’m losing all my meaning in life or even the reason to move forward in life.
          
          I’m sorry for worrying everyone I know personally and also those who reach out to me.
          
          Sincerely,
          
          Sorry again
          
          From Author, Maya

Okay so… I ran into a problem with my laptop, yesterday and now I’m concerned for life even now because I had no choice but to delete, don’t ask me why, I’m not good at explaining it and right now I’m trying to change my email of this Wattpad account before it’s too late. I would crash out if I failed so if you don’t see my stories anymore, just know this author here is dumb and desperate because her laptop got put into family safety settings that no one asked, even my family had no idea and my only theory is that I got hacked and yeah, not doing well right now. Gone through an emotional roller coaster all because I’m worried about my works or websites connect to this main account will be gone.

Okay so…
          
          Something happened to me. I find it funny, even though it was actually kind of serious—
          
          I was out taking the trash with my dad at night, like usual. We do this every Sunday here in Australia. But this time was different—I ended up half-smashing my face into the glass back door. Yeah… idiotically careless of me.
          
          Normally, those doors are left halfway open so we can go in and out easily. But tonight, my dad didn’t want bugs getting in, so he asked me to close it. I did. Didn’t think it was a problem… until later.
          
          So basically, I was the one who closed the door… and then I was the one who got hurt by it.
          
          Ironically, this is the fourth time. The first three? Back in Vietnam. And every time—it was always glass doors 

Not sure if this is weird or normal, or hell, anything that could be 'relatable' enough, when you feel depressed and sometimes just laze in bed or just stay in one place and yet you able to write the best stories during those times because writing is your coping. Not like it's all the time but like, it keeps happening to me. And no, I don't lose motivation even when I'm not sad or depressed, just feel like my lazy self is too lazy and rare for me to even do something productive unless it's school or necessity (feels like it had to I guess)

I like your stories thanks for existing 

where do i began with this story     like beginning and the end?

wattpad is so lagging to the point that I check in my stories that I just post and saw some mixed tags and mixed summaries like wtf?

Hey How are you?
          Laptop still dead?

Aside from the User's Not Found Problem, I suddenly was hit with my new book out of nowhere in a different title and tags but luckily the chapters inside didn't change. I swear Wattpad is lagging-