It's funny. Listening to sappy, sorrowful music makes me feel bittersweet about this account. I remember how excited I am when I see how many people have read and enjoyed my book, but on the other hand I feel sad for losing the interest to write and leave unannounced. I'm sure to many of you that my book is just another one of the millions but I always feel guilty for never writing anyones requests or updating sporadically. Life is a bunch of ups and downs, like a wavy line. And with that wavy line, I have the recurring feelings that made me write short stories in the first place. It's ironic because I believe other people should feel good about themselves and their appearances, but when it comes to myself, it's nearly impossible to give myself those compliments or beliefs and I hate it. I wish it was easy to gain confidence, but I know it takes time and effort to do so. I don't need to change myself, but I'm sad that I view myself in a negative light in almost every aspect.
