HELLO, DEAR PATIENT READERS (SEE WHAT I DID THERE? )
So, here's the TEA :
LIFE IS A MADHOUSE, and I AM THE RESIDENT OF CHAOS.
My courses have decided that I don’t deserve peace, sleep, food, or ANYTHING remotely joyful. THEY DEMAND EVERYTHING—my time, my soul, my Netflix list, my snacks, my animes, and probably a bit of my sanity.
Seriously, it's like I signed a contract with some kind of academic overlord. ⚖️✨
BUT, BUT, BUT... I NEED YOU TO KNOW THIS: "MY DEATH WISH: THE ART OF DYING" WILL BE COMPLETED.
✍️ It’s my second child, my love, my cry for freedom, and I WILL finish it properly, no matter how long it takes.
(Even if it means writing it in my dreams. Or between lectures. Or while inhaling coffee like air.) ☕
I might not post AS OFTEN as you (or I) want, but trust me when I say I’m still here, plotting, typing, and trying to make Trinity's crazy life even crazier. And YOU ALL make it worth it.
So hang tight, stock up on snacks, reread the chapters, and MEMORIZE Trinity’s sarcasm (it’s good for your soul).
Thank you for sticking with me—you're all the real MVPs.
P/S: Posts may be slower, but the story is ALIVE (unlike Trinity's mood).
See you in the next update,
Yours in chaos and caffeine,
Usmama
...DAMN... I NEEEED sleep.