Name: iwha

Age: whatever you can think of but not over 80

Self-description: Weird and out of this world, been here in FF since 2008, recently started writing last 2011 or 2012, still, I'm one of the oldest here. Sad yeah? Not really one of the most extrovert person in the world, I'm almost always active here but the most I do is read these days. I'm bipolar, not exactly proud of it nor ashamed, somehow neutral, I suppose. I use writing as a way to live, as a way to avoid doing something I'll regret later.

I tried to commit suicide a few times but writing saved me, just a little bit. But there are days that I felt so down I don't feel like writing anything at all. BTW, I'm also bisexual and proud, don't really care what you think of me because of my sexuality. I write whenever I felt like it.

09-21-2016:

Depression's a b!tcH that's all I can say, not sure whether or not I'll continue some of my stories due to my mental health but I'll try but I can't promise anything. For now, I'll only write one-shots, I'm also trying to write down an original novel of mine, so some of the stories will be put on hold for a little while. I don't know how long will the 'a little while' will be. don't even ask.

06-06-17

really want to update the stories, unfortunately I'm too busy with my store at the moment. it's the peak season but I'll try to write and post something. ciao!

07-31-18

I'm very sorry for not updating (or writing) much these past few years. I'm emotionally drained for so long that I'm suprised I'm still alive. I hate being like this, being so weak.

To my readers, I want to thank you guys, for everything really. For the support, for the love, and for the encouragement.

I'm going to try and fight against my depression once more, it's actually one of the main reasons why I can't do much of the very thing I love the most: writing. It's a very serious thing, depression, it makes the sufferer stagnant, tormented and bleeding inside. We have to fake our emotions because of the stigma of having a mental illness.

It's not something that can be cured easily. It's not something you can snap out of, it's sporadic and random that you never really know when it'll strike. It's hard to fight to live every goddamn day, it's tiring, but I'm not doing this for anyone but me. For so long, I've been trying to live up to people's expectations, and my family being the major contributors of this.

It really crippled my self-confidence and worth since I was a kid and now, I'm still trying to learn and discover my self-worth.

and I'm now an adult which is really pathetic if you think about it. I'm trying to learn to love myself more because, to be frank, hate me. I tried to talk to my family and asked for help, it all just blew up in my face. no one really believed me, they thought that i was acting. that was my mother's own fucking words.

I've stopped trying to end my life but that's because I've grown tired and i really couldn't bother to care much about anything these past few years. being shut down and not able to voice what you really feel will get that to you. it's really, really hard. again guys, i'm so sorry. i'm writing everything at the moment using my phone, so it's pretty hard.