Hello there,
It’s been a while—over two years, in fact. I don’t know if the friends and fellow authors I once knew here are still around. Wattpad itself has changed, and perhaps you won’t even remember who I am or why you followed me. But that’s not really the point.
Some people step into young adulthood thriving, ready to explore life with ease. Others, like me, stumble while trying to adapt. But I'm not here to whine, only be honest. Today, I’ve unpublished all of my work—my poems, short stories, even the half-finished novella. I’m ashamed to admit that I barely wrote a single line in 2024, and this year too, life’s twists and turns have kept me silent. It demands far more of me than im willing to give.
Often I find that silence swallows my words before they ever reach the page, and suddenly another year has passed. Guilt gnaws at me from the inside, yet I’m too scared to pick up my pen or open my inbox—afraid of facing others, or perhaps just running away from myself. Messages pile, stories stew, and slowly I become but a relic of what used to be.
Will I ever fully reclaim my voice? I don’t know. For now, I feel my old work deserves some privacy while I try to rediscover the spark that made me write in the first place... A blank slate.
Thank you, truly, for being here—even if only as a silent follower through my long pause. Maybe one day, when the words return, I’ll share them again.
For now, I rest here in dust and silence, until the day I am unearthed—or forgotten.
