hello, my lovely radishes. for now, the book shall be on hold.
lovely how it is when you fall out of love, huh? when you fall out of love you cannot feel the writings that you were once so passionate about just a short while ago; it is almost impossible for me to think about a single scenario about romance without feeling bitter about it. the feeling... kills me.
it shall be back, once I feel a little bit more pleasant in my heart, soul, and mind. however, for now, there's nothing more but a void in this.
— turnip.