A story of my situation before:
"Why do you write?" a question in paper thats easy to answer but hard to come up with its answer, I glanced at my brother and shrugged my shoulder.
"I dont know, why u asking?" I asked him, he just shrugged his shoulders and goes back playing games, I know why i write a romantic book about someone whos already down and meeting the one that will help him stand on his own.
After finishing the whole story. I cried, not because of tears of joy nor accomplishment, it was sadness, pain, and rage, oh how could I wish to just live his life, find someone that will love and adore me, stay with me and walk with me through my life....but wishing something like that is a dream....if only I lived him...
(hey sorry for the "inconsistent" schedule its just life and other bs, ill try and upload more chapters but at this rate it'll just end before we even reach the kyoto arc)
