Okay, I'm know I've been a bit MIA these couple of months and I would say I can explain but really I can't. Life gets in the way of things and with exams and work and animals and TAFE, the list starts to get bigger and bigger.
I feel kinda slack for sorta disappearing, especially with me taking down most of my novels. Now that I can explain. I think my writing is crap. Sure every writer says that but I seriously do. Sure the odd person goes 'but your writing is really good' but I dismiss it cause they're either a friend or family member. So I was going to leave wattpad. Me being me, I can't comprehend why some terrible books are populated and the most beautiful books are ignored and forgotten in the masses. I thought to myself, ' maybe if I leave, rewrite everything and come back, I'll be noticed.' I hate myself for thinking like that. I realised that I'm writing for some the internet that Pauling know a good story even if it hit them.
Updates won't be frequent, that I can tell you, but I will update. I need to fix things up in my life before I can come back full time. I'm sorry for the rant but I felt bad for sort of disappearing.
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