I've been writing back and fort—shamefaced deleting my story drafts for it might not satisfy somebody out there who silently supports me, and probably lose their hope that I could still improve my crafts. This time, I will finish a novel that feeds my imaginations. I will not doubt my self anymore, as long as I'm happy and not hurting anyone.
This is my holiday wish,
Someday, my works will be recognized and I'll never cry out of fright and shame anymore. But in genuine happiness, indeed. :))