amoreanadla

✨ a quiet update from someone who grew up ✨
          	
          	i started this account back in 2020 when the world was falling apart and somehow, wattpad became the place that held me together. i was younger, wide-eyed, and maybe a little too emotionally invested in fictional characters and unfinished stories. this was my escape. my safe space.
          	
          	now it's 2025. i’ve completed my studies. life moved fast, filled with exams, late-night breakdowns, unexpected joys, real-life plot twists. i blinked, and suddenly i’m not that same 2020 version of me anymore.
          	
          	but still, logging back in here… it’s like walking into an old room you forgot you loved. dusty, quiet, and somehow comforting. most of the accounts i followed have gone silent. maybe they, too, grew up. maybe they’re out there living, just like me. and maybe, like me, they still carry a little piece of wattpad in their heart.
          	
          	i don’t know if i’ll write here again. maybe i will. maybe i won’t. but i wanted to leave something behind, even just this,  to say: i was here. i loved it here.
          	
          	thank you, past me, for finding joy in stories. you kept me going more than you know.

amoreanadla

✨ a quiet update from someone who grew up ✨
          
          i started this account back in 2020 when the world was falling apart and somehow, wattpad became the place that held me together. i was younger, wide-eyed, and maybe a little too emotionally invested in fictional characters and unfinished stories. this was my escape. my safe space.
          
          now it's 2025. i’ve completed my studies. life moved fast, filled with exams, late-night breakdowns, unexpected joys, real-life plot twists. i blinked, and suddenly i’m not that same 2020 version of me anymore.
          
          but still, logging back in here… it’s like walking into an old room you forgot you loved. dusty, quiet, and somehow comforting. most of the accounts i followed have gone silent. maybe they, too, grew up. maybe they’re out there living, just like me. and maybe, like me, they still carry a little piece of wattpad in their heart.
          
          i don’t know if i’ll write here again. maybe i will. maybe i won’t. but i wanted to leave something behind, even just this,  to say: i was here. i loved it here.
          
          thank you, past me, for finding joy in stories. you kept me going more than you know.