...dida...

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Hello, my dearest followers and most especially my readers! 
          
          I hope you're all doing great and if not, I hope you get better.
          
          Just a quick announcement. It's actually kinda funny. I actually had no intention of releasing The Bewildering Vines to the public eye, having lost hope in writing all together for some time. Then a new friend of mine had requested to read one of my works and I thought the most easiest way was to publish it for a short while then return it back to drafts, but the response I've started receiving is so heartwarming! ❤️
          
          I appreciate you all who have added TBV into your reading list, who have voted on any of the chapters and who gave me a follow as a result. Thank you so much! It means a lot to me, really. ❤️

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          Are you happy?" 
          
          "In all honesty? No. But I am curious —I am curious in my sadness, and I am curious in my joy. I am everseeking, ever feeling. I am in awe of the beautiful moments life gives us, and I am in awe of the difficult ones. I am transfixed by grief, by growth. It is all so stunning, so rich,  I will never convince myself that I cannot be somber, cannot be hurt, cannot be over -joyed. I want to feel it all —I don't want to cover it up or numb it. So no, I am not happy. I am open, and I wouldn't have it any other way. 
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          —Seeds Planted In Concrete by Bianca Sparacino 
          
          Beautiful, absolutely relatable... at least for me ♥

I've been trying to communicate with Nick for days and after quite the struggle, the dude's finally decided to talk to me. Another chapter of TBV is now a sure possibility! I was truly starting to get depressed over it. Don't want my most recent baby to go down the waters.
          
          TBV readers, please be patient with me! ♥

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          It's a dangerous thing, pretence. 
          A man ought to know who he is even if he isn't proud to be it. 
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          —Daniel Polansky, Tomorrow, The killing 
          
          I think one of the bravest thing a person can do is acceptance. Acceptance isn't simple because it sprouts from the truth. 
          
          I often tell people I don't give nor do I want to receive an empty apology. It is fruitless. I rather have a person admit they've wronged me and be unapologetic about it than a person who simply apologizes just for the sake of apologizing, but secretly deny the mistake and vice versa. The problem still sits on the same table you feast on and when the balance is tipped off to the slightest, the war brews once again. 
          
          On another note, denial leaves no room for growth. How can one set out to transform themselves into a better version if they don't admit to themselves of who they truly are? I think greatness is also through acceptance. Even the effects that spring out of it are raw and undiluted —a strong fortress difficult to destroy. 

Just made a quick decision to release Silent Beats out of it's drafted confinement! SB was the most active inmate, it's only fair for it to enjoy some breath of fresh air as well, right? Ha ha ha I hope it's well received! ♥

I just hit 200 reads on TBV! It's such a beautiful surprise! So grateful to all those who took a chance to read my book. Still trying to figure out how to write the next chapter, but know that I appreciate your presence a lot! Much and much love ♥

I don't know what's happening to my wattpad account. I can't see the comments posted on the side of paragraphs and it's truly robbing off the fun ufff! 

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          Why is it 
          that when the story ends 
          we begin to feel all of it 
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          —The sun and her flowers 
          
          Only when I've burnt down the bridges do I realize that there's no other way reaching you and now —now that I can only stare at you from a distance, I'm shaken by the thought that there's no telling when I'll hold you in my arms again. If only I could go back... if only I could do it all over again... anew. 
          
          Then I catch myself...
          
          me: 'dida, it was never meant to come off this intense. It was just a book!' 
          
          also me: 'But it was a really good book.' 
          
          another me: 'you can always read it all over again.' 
          
          me nonetheless: 'I could. I probably would, but it is never the same. It will never be... anew.'
          
          

Chapter Two of Pariah's Crown is up for the reading!
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/292952026?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=didakam&wp_originator=A8AGSMAwU8Muk5%2FRhMnTnArKCkF8%2BVcEAurfwrTunwKbZTNDu1YzFpC6S9%2FNsWpiwpmoAMAvZA6tuxJ4KXRxA2T0odhCJ3WG00s7S2PN2Rit9I6mVFpXQTmjL9goiGjx
          
           I don't know if rushing my updates is a good thing or a bad thing, but I'm certain it's all because these are chapters have been long written. I wonder if it will come easy when I've reached my limit of written chapters >_<
          
          Apologies to my TBV readers, I love you lots and I will update another chapter as soon as I get over my writer's block. ♥