With everything going on in this damn world, it's hard to even imagine writing about happiness and love. It's hard to even put words down on paper. I mean, I think back through everything.
I started writing when I was 14, in 2018, writing about a TV show I only watched for the lesbians. And then, I just kept writing, and I loved it. It was an escape, from things I didn't realize I was escaping from. I met friends, partners, lost them as we grew, and now I have the best partner ever, and I hope that before this world dies, I make more friends.
It is hard to fall asleep, not knowing if anything will be alive tomorrow. I know now that no matter what happens, my time on Wattpad and the time I have had with my friends and my now partner were all my favorite parts. And I hope I get to remember it all in whatever afterlife I go to.
So thank you for the adventure, and I will still try to write, even if no one reads it. Because maybe it'll help someone escape with me
