I havenāt given up yet. I know, I shouldāve a long time ago. My profile ended up webbed, rotting, and abandoned like we all do. Iāve thought of it, too, but I couldnāt 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 couldāve been if I keep pushing, I deserve to see my future with it.
Itās just at some time, itās full of doubts, errors, and perceiving perfections. But Iāll keep trying. Iāll try, and try, and try, until I can finally succeed.
And that goal? Itās just one simple thingā it is to publish my stories and to complete everything that I planned toā 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 Iām proud of myself.