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Hi I truly love your story's so DON'T think this is a hate message but you are to harsh with your authors note at the end of each chapter in the book and if you don't believe that you can make good books that how will your followers I am just saying try to be more confident with your books because of you don't think that you make great books than you have lots of friends and fans to prove you wrong.

Hey. Yes, I'm back. I just wanted to make a few things clear.
          1. I'm not depressed. Yes, I'm aware that I put something on here that NO ONE NEEDS TO READ. I got over that. I was just being melodramatic, it wasn't even that bad. So yeah, it's done, no need to make such a big deal about it.
          2. I'm not committing suicide. There's no way in hell I'd do that. My friends are too good, and I have stories to write and things to draw, okay?
          3. I'm officially leaving Wattpad. It's final. I don't know how to delete my account, so screw it, but yeah. I'm probably never going to touch this account again. And no, it's not because of depression. WE TALKED ABOUT  THIS. It's because the thing is too much of a burden. I'm just too lazy, and it's too hard to deal with. So maybe I'll make a new account where I only post WotM (Wolves of the Moon), but yeah, that's it. Yes, I'm still doing that series with the wolves in it. What did you expect out of me, okay? So if you comment on something or whatever, don't expect me to respond.
          
          Thank you all so much for your time. Especially, thank you to the ones I've made friends with here. It was fun derping around with y'all. And see you on the flip side. :)

@randomlonelypotato OOPS pretend I didn't put his name there. Uh, don't tell him I used his name (NICKNAME) on the internet.

@randomlonelypotato It's okay. Go hug Elias. He needs it more than I do.

Emi, just know that all of us are here for you. You matter so much to us and you’re defiantly not the only self-conscious person we know, and we all suffer with these issues (some severities differ). You’re so meaningful to us all and your mental health shouldn’t interfere with what you think others opinions about you are. We will be here for you when you need it, and I don’t know what would make anyone want to completely disregard you. We all care about you so much and we believe in your success and progress and will never look down on you for any of your personal abilities.

Hey, we’re here for you. We care. Some of us have gone through the same situation. You just gotta think that your a better person, your not the one shaming others for trying their best. We are here for you, no matter what.

*SLAPS YOUR FACE* NO. YOU ARE NOT USELESS, WORTHLESS, STUPID, OR ANY OF THAT STUFF. YOU ARE A WONDERFUL HUMAN VEAN WITH SO MUCH POTENTIAL AND LOVE FOR THE WORLD. YOU ARE THE BEST FRIEND I COULD EVER ASK FOR, AND IT IS FOR OTHER PEOPLE. WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH. IF YOU EVER COMMIT SUICIDE, I WILL PERSONALLY SACRIFICE MYSELF WITH YOU. SO SHUT UP AND LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF AND I WILL HELP YOU TOO. YOU ARE TALENTED, BEAUTIFUL, KIND, CREATIVE, AND AWESOME AS TACOS AND COOKIES. NOW GO LEARN TO LOVE YOURSELF

Hey, guys. I've had this on my mind for a while, and I wanted to reach out to my people. Not because I'm begging for attention, but because I feel like I can't deal with it by myself.
          I have been suffering with self-loathing for the past year now. The main reason for this is because I felt I'm not good enough. The standards are always getting higher; it's like a handlebar. The bar is set a few feet above me, in sight but not within reach. If I stretch to try and grab onto it, it gets higher. No matter how hard I try, the standards and expectations keep getting higher.
          "You got an MP (which is like a B or C) in this subject? How come you couldn't get an ME (an A)?"
          Or sometimes: "You got a 90%? Why can't you get 100%?"
          You get the point.
          The words that are thrown at me, some of them I imagined, are getting to my head.
          "Weak."
          "Wimpy."
          "Useless."
          "Worthless."
          "Amount to nothing."
          Everything the people around me said or implied, it just kept getting in my head, making me hate myself. So instead of ignoring the thoughts, I tried everything in my power to fix them. I started putting on a mask. To my classmates, the boys especially, I'm a tough-as-nails, no-nonsense girl that isn't afraid to kick their as- uh I mean butts. To everyone else, I'm a smart, outgoing, eager student that gets high grades. To my friends, I'm goofy, playful, and quite stupid. To my parents and family, I'm sweet and obedient, but a but ditsy. But that isn't even close to what I really am. Well, except for when I'm with my friends.
          Inside, I'm broken, fragile, and I hate myself and everything I do. I'm self-conscious. And I wish I could die.
          But I know most of you won't care about my dam (HAH REFERENCE) problems. I bet most people barely paid attention to this. But that's okay. I'm not asking for your pity. I just wanted someone to talk to. If you stayed here and actually cared about what I said, I don't know what to say. Thanks.

YA YEEET MY DUDE

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