I have some very personal and serious news to share. Nothing life threatening or saddening, just hear me out for this:
If you were personal friends with me in 2015, then you knew I was moving from my childhood home into a brand new house in a different town. It was very sad for me to do, despite that I’d get a room like I always wanted, and was very damaging on me; the reason why we were moving was because my Pop-Pop owned the house and he died that year, meaning that my grandma’s brother gained the deed to the house and was kicking us out. Im still angry at him for doing it, but didn’t know that at the time. All I knew was that we were moving.
If you’re a long time follower, then you’ll also remember the self insert books I did in 2015. Ive never shared this before, but I’ve come to the realization that I wrote them because it was a coping mechanism at the time, and this isn’t a new concept: writing and drawing has always been a coping mechanism for me, and I still do it to this day. I write and draw self insert stories as a coping mechanism from my past abuse (I was emotionally manipulated and abused by my older sister for most of my life, and the move actually made it less severe), and it always makes me feel better.
But, to make a long story short, I’m going to pick the books back up because I really miss writing them and want to get a nostalgic feeling of it. If you’re interested in reading them, let me know and I’ll try getting them out as quick as possible. And thank you if you read all the way through, I really appreciate it! it’s also 4:52 where I am, and I couldn’t be anymore tired, so if there are any spelling mistakes, I’m tried af and can’t type