The one thing I hate about Romance novels is how lonely they make me feel. Like, it's so cute and sweet, but when I stop reading I end up looking at my life and how pathetic it is.
The only people who love me are my family and dog. Well, excluding my father.
As I write my own novels, I wonder how anyone would be able to love me like they do in the stories. How could anyone like me, you know?
This is why I'm having difficulties updating my stories. Because my life is pathetic.
My friend told me the other day that the perfect guy is out there for me, and to trust God that I will meet him when the time is right. I hope that she is right.
Sorry for my little pity post... I just thought you should know why I haven't been updating much. Just blame my Aspergers and depression.