Tomorrow is the last day of examinations, and I know a lot of you are excited and really want me to update soon, but I really can't promise anything right now.

Things.... have been getting worse. I'm not really very bright these days. When examinations end, I'll only have one problem solved. I really can't wait for my freedom. This year has been hectic ever since I started high school. If you're not in this part of the globe and not really sure what I'm talking about, this is my first year in a private school, and the difference between these two kinds of school is the levels. But that's not what I really wanted to talk about.

I really appreciate all of you who're reading this story. I really want to say I owe you guys a lot, but I don't know..... I never expected myself to get reads from something I read and continued from smxrtypants . This isn't why I joined Wattpad for.

I started this because I've always loved creating my own stories. But my writing style really isn't fun and comical stories like this one. This was just something I wanted to do for fun. I really never expected myself to get so much views for something I didn't really put much effort in.

My speciality is writing sad and more fantasy-like stories. I love creating my own characters. Just drawing them isn't enough. I want people to truly understand what kind of person that character is like.

I started writing sad stories because I wanted to express my own depression, and what I go through. I actually have a few books I'm working on in my other account, but I keep those stories to myself. I just don't feel like joking around these days. My kind of "writer's block" is not the kind you'd think it is. I know you guys won't take "I just didn't feel like it" as an excuse not to write when so many people want me to update. Wattpad is just where I pour out my emotions now. If I'm feeling happy for once, I'd update, but I just really don't know right now. I haven't really felt happy this whole year now.

I'm sorry to let you all down, but writing isn't just a hobby I me anymore. It's now my escape route. My escape route from this nightmare I'm living in.

As I'm writing right now, I'm pouring out emotions I feel I can't suppress any longer. I want to get better. I really want to start writing funny, silly stories for you guys again, but I just can't. I'm sorry.

It pains me when I log back to this account, to see myself get so many comments from a book I didn't put any effort into, while my other account, which I put so much of my effort into, has not much spotlight.

I want to be recognised by my talents, whether it's my drawing, singing or writing. Yet that's not what's happening. I'm getting "fame" from what I meant was to be a joke.

I know I shouldn't complain. I really shouldn't, yet I'm putting all my effort into making sure you guys understand, that you guys get the message. I want each sentence perfectly presented like how I want it to be.

If you guys actually read that whole thing, I don't know how to thank you. Even I skip the Author's notes when I'm reading a book on Wattpad. But if you did, and you care about whatever a random person on the internet has to say, just know that it's appreciated.