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Which writers do you think suit my words below?

They never made it to big events or platforms. Never had glittering praise from literary circles. The so-called “normal” crowd dismisses their work as too mature, too bold, without even flipping past the first page. Yet somehow, these voices command more respect than the so-called professional writers. Why? Because they chose the hard road. They wrote not to please, but to reveal. Not to be famous, but to be honest. They write for truth, not trends. For connection, not clicks. 
          
          These are the writers who treasure their readers; not as statistics, but as souls. They listen, they grow, they improve, because every opinion matters, every reaction is a compass. They write with the reader in mind, not to manipulate emotions, but to stir something deeper. To linger after the last page. To mean something.
          
          While others chase applause, they chase meaning. And that, ironically, is what makes their words unforgettable.

The ‘barely-known-but-already-holier-than-thou’ writer syndrome. 
          
          We peasants should consider ourselves blessed, huh? To merely breathe in the same digital space as someone who’s managed to gather a few thousand reads on a free platform, must be exhausting carrying all that invisible fame on your back.
          
          You’re not famous, sweetheart. You’re just a username on a free platform with a few thousand views, calm the fuck down. Acting like you’re some literary deity because a handful of readers gave your half-assed story a shot? Please. You ghost for months, sometimes years, then have the audacity to come back throwing shade because people stopped giving a shit? Nah. That’s not ‘mysterious.’ That’s delusional.
          
          You want readers to worship you, but you can’t even show up. You vanish without a word, then throw tantrums about votes and comments like you’re owed something. Newsflash: no one owes you jack shit. Respect, loyalty, hype: those are earned, not handed out like pity points. You can’t treat your readers like disposable groupies and expect devotion in return. You’re not Beyoncé. You’re barely consistent.
          
          You want loyalty? Earn it. You want patience? Communicate. You want respect? Then stop acting like your audience is a bunch of desperate beggars scraping crumbs from your sacred literary altar. Readers aren't your emotional support fans, we’re your damn reason for having those numbers at all. Without us, you're just writing into the void with a god complex.
          
          Get off your imaginary throne and do the damn work or shut the hell up. Because readers aren’t waiting on a goddamn ghost. And if you think you're too good to engage with the people keeping your stats alive, you’ve already peaked, and it's downhill from here.
          
          Nighty night,
          A reader.

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          Look up her work!

Having thousands or millions of fans doesn't mean you're on the right side. Perhaps you and your fans are just benak they said.

Sometimes they are there but purposely keep silent. As if they are favourable enough for people to care about their not so good behaviour. Until someone pokes their tail, shove a chilli to their lips. That's when they'll appear pft.

No prob haha xoxo ♥️

To be a writer is a commitment itself. Just like if you want to be an influencer, to be a businessman, to be whatever you want. You gotta be committed to being consistent. Consistent in improving your work quality. Consistent in seeking knowledge. Consistent in posting. Consistent in creating a good relationship with your readers or clients. Hiatus definitely is a common thing but not ghosting. This is where networking knowledge is important. Create a social account other than Wattpad to keep in touch with your reader or should i say FAN. And in case your accounts got 'hacked', here is when your acquaintances can be a help. They can be your family, real life friends, or writer colleagues, or loyal trusted fans etc. 

How did the moment your feeling turned from love to hate or love to nothing happened? Like yesterday you still love her and today you're not anymore? Or a second ago you looked at her with eyes full of love but now you feel nothing? Where's the sense?

Any mistakes could be forgiven but not when it involves cheating, another love, another woman, sleep with others, betrayal, lying. Does heart breaking syndrome really exist medically? Cause my heart does feel like it breaks into pieces from inside my body. I feel numb and completely emotionless just by the thought of it. Like an empty human figure. Zero. Speechless. Betrayed. Unbelievable.