I'm sorry this takes so goddamn long, and I'm sorry that most of you will click this hoping for another chapter but it's not.
It's an authors note.
I feel as if I owe you guys somewhat of an explanation, I don't think it's too hard to guess at.
Basically, this story was drawn from personal experiences but dramatized and amped up and all that. When I started writing it, I was looking for a way to vent out all these feelings I had built up inside of me and that worked. For a little while. I wasn't on any medication or anything, but it was something I knew that happened and so naturally, for dramatic effect, I introduced it to the story as well as smoking and drinking.
It's kinda funny actually. Well, ironic is a better word.
This story has basically foreshadowed my life. I slowly started losing motivation to do anything, and now here I am with no energy and no sleep and no food and no help. And now they want to put me on medication, and I've also taken up smoking and drinking as a way to try and stop myself from cutting. It's not working.
I'm not telling you guys this because I want sympathy, or attention, or anything really.
I'm simply putting it out there and I just want to apologize because I genuinely feel guilty for not writing more.
I'll try to update, hopefully soon, but I really can't make any promises.
I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.
-HazelEyes8D