I haven’t given up yet. I know, I should’ve a long time ago. My profile ended up webbed, rotting, and abandoned like we all do. I’ve thought of it, too, but I couldn’t grasp the reality of letting go of the one and only thing that keeps the real me. It was me, it IS me. I wanted to see what it could’ve been if I keep pushing, I deserve to see my future with it.
It’s just at some time, it’s full of doubts, errors, and perceiving perfections. But I’ll keep trying. I’ll try, and try, and try, until I can finally succeed.
And that goal? It’s just one simple thing— it is to publish my stories and to complete everything that I planned to— with my dignity and pride.
I hope it happens, I hope it will happen. Maybe then, just then, I could be able to see myself ripping my side lips so wide out of satisfaction until I can finally say I’m proud of myself.