I'm not sure how I feel about this. Maybe this burning sensation is anger. Maybe it's sadness, I've never been good analyzing my own emotions.If it's true, you being in an orphanage and all, then I can tell you that it gets better, even if that is soooo overused by now. I was in an orphanage as well and you had three things I wouldn't have ever dared to have: Internet connection, dreams and hope. You write on wattpad, I've read your stories, they're good. They're something I wouldn't have dreamed to do in the orphanage mainly because I was starving so badly that my cheeks were sunken in. No joke. My parents couldn't believe the condition I was in with my cheeks and some skin disease that put black spots on me. Mike, I don't know you personally, but I've known you thru wattpad, and you. . . inspired me. I know that's cheesy and maybe a bit stupid, but you did. I stopped writing a long time ago because of peer pressure. Because of you and a few other authors, I realized that writing was something more than just writing a bunch of fairy tales and fantasies. It could speak when I couldn't, which helps since I have a speech disorder and sometimes the words don't come out right. I don't know what you're going threw, or what you had gone thru. But when everything falls apart soon, I'm still going to come back to your page and read your stories. I'm sorry that you couldn't find another way, and I hope you're happy, but . . . I don't know, I'll find my own way thru with you're stories. . .
Good-Bye and sorry it took me so long to respond.