I have posted a story. It’s Perfect Man again. I tried to make it better. I’m sorry if it’s not up to par with my skills from years ago. I’m out of practice and I rushed it.
I’m sorry it took so long to make what is essentially the same story.
Life got in the way. I became happy, and I didn’t want it to end, I thought writing would take me back to my high school and college days. I was depressed and I had a multitude of mental disorders. Writing was my coping mechanism. However, not sharing what I write was eating away at me. I had so much time, there is no excuse. I’m sorry and I hope you enjoy this book.