Violettieee

Hey my lovely little corner of Wattpad,
          	
          	So… this is probably the hardest update I’ve ever had to write.
          	
          	I know I’ve been really quiet lately. The truth is I’ve been extremely unwell, and things have gotten to a point where I just can’t really be active here anymore. Writing, replying, posting — all the things I loved doing here — just aren’t possible for me right now.
          	
          	And knowing me, disappearing without saying anything would be very on brand… but I didn’t want to ghost everyone like a badly written character death.
          	
          	So this is kind of a goodbye.
          	
          	Thank you for every read, every vote, every comment, every chaotic message in my inbox. You all made this little account feel like a home, and honestly some of my favorite memories exist because of the people I met on here.
          	
          	I have removed all my works so if anyone wanted to take them they have to ask permission from my friend who will own this account, but if I do somehow come back from the void one day, you’re legally required to pretend this was just a dramatic plot twist.
          	
          	But if I don’t… please know I genuinely loved being part of this community, and I love you all very much.
          	
          	Take care of yourselves, keep writing your stories, and stay chaotic for me.
          	
          	With love, always and forever.
          	Violettieee

Violettieee

Hey my lovely little corner of Wattpad,
          
          So… this is probably the hardest update I’ve ever had to write.
          
          I know I’ve been really quiet lately. The truth is I’ve been extremely unwell, and things have gotten to a point where I just can’t really be active here anymore. Writing, replying, posting — all the things I loved doing here — just aren’t possible for me right now.
          
          And knowing me, disappearing without saying anything would be very on brand… but I didn’t want to ghost everyone like a badly written character death.
          
          So this is kind of a goodbye.
          
          Thank you for every read, every vote, every comment, every chaotic message in my inbox. You all made this little account feel like a home, and honestly some of my favorite memories exist because of the people I met on here.
          
          I have removed all my works so if anyone wanted to take them they have to ask permission from my friend who will own this account, but if I do somehow come back from the void one day, you’re legally required to pretend this was just a dramatic plot twist.
          
          But if I don’t… please know I genuinely loved being part of this community, and I love you all very much.
          
          Take care of yourselves, keep writing your stories, and stay chaotic for me.
          
          With love, always and forever.
          Violettieee

m1adynoir

I have a lil question :>

Violettieee

@m1adynoir of course!! ill have to reread what i sent through (just did now) anything for a fellow conehead :) Would LOVE TO SEE IT COME TO LIFE
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m1adynoir

@Violettieee idk if you remember but this summer you applied to my applying second nature, but I never got around to writing it because I didn't get enough applications
            would you be down to go through with it and do opinions for your character and read it since I'm thinking of continuing it? It's okay if you don't :)
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Violettieee

@m1adynoir Yes??
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Violettieee

death is an interesting thing 
          a lover can't love when her heart, her body has been ruined from a young age
          it isn’t a goodbye,
          it just looks like one.
          I learned how to make pain quiet,
          how to fold it small enough
          to fit between the lines.
          
          If you’re reading this,
          I probably smiled today.
          I probably sang, danced, acted—
          played the girl who has it together
          so well it fooled even me.
          
          I hide things in beauty.
          In harmony.
          In timing.
          I am excellent at pretending
          the ache is part of the art.
          
          Sometimes I think about disappearing
          the way others think about sleep—
          not dramatic,
          just tired.
          Just wanting the noise to stop.
          
          But listen closely.
          I write for a reason
          
          Because I am still here.
          Because writing this means
          I chose words instead of silence,
          ink instead of endings.
          
          If I ever leave clues like this again,
          don’t look for a body—
          please reach out because
          i dont know how to ask.
          
          I’m not ok.
          Not perfect.
          Not healed.
          But breathing.
          And tonight,
          i don't know