(buries hands in hair)
This story.
It had been a beyond bad idea.
None of you wanted it.
Maybe thats why I only have three people reading.
Today Ive listened to writers rave about how they get 50+ reviews per chapter.
I cant do this.
I really.
Really cant.
Im constantly getting hate mail.
Im constantly feeling my joy fall at how little people read my stuff.
6 months ago.
I felt like I was on top of the world.
I was screaming to myself.
"I have a story that has 3000 hits in only a few days!"
When crushing disapointment hit me.
3000 hits is nothing.
Your only a something on fanfiction if your stories are getting 50000+ hits.
None of my stories have ever even made a dent in 10000 hits.
About a week ago.
I recieved a review from a flamer telling me that if I deleted my account no one would miss me.
I said.
No.
People would.
But as I sit here today and have to suffer as people rave about all their reviews.
It dawns on me.
That maybe its true.
No one would miss me.
Im putting Misery Loves Company on a short Hiatus.
Until I decide further.
Or maybe this story will just be gone one day.
I dont know.
I just know this is getting to hard to continue.
And frankly.
I feel like saying sorry just doesnt mean anything anymore.
Shewhoshallwrite