Author's Notes
After three months of writing, and planning, and teasing, and fuck all. I finally finished writing this piece of crap. God damn. Thank you everyone for reading this god-awful story. TOO MANY FUCKING PERIOD DRAMAS! I SWEAR TO GOD! I regret watching Winter Sonata. Fucking hell mates. This was a harrowing journey for me. I kept wanting to stop writing this because I GOT SO FUCKING STRESSED! BUT I NEED TO FOLLOW THE FLOW! WHY AM I LIKE THIS?! This isn't anything like 15 Days. IT'S SO DAMN WEIRD! KUFYBGKUSRBGUBGBABGAB GILBLIB!
Anyways, brain aneurysm aside. I must apologise for the ungodly long hiatuses. It drives me crazy too.
Also, call out to my friend, that made the cover art; Reeezers. He changes his name a lot these days. Weird chap that bloke is. Weird, but still my friend. And of course, Miley Fuckin Cyrus for keeping me awake with them wrecking balls (I looped Miley Cyrus's Wrecking Ball 237 times during the length of the project)
I will be replying to every single comment you guys sent me later in the second Author's note, I'll send it around 19.1.2024 1330 hours (1.30PM) (Dublin, Ireland time) (or later, depends on my schedule). I'll also be announcing some details on the next project. Again, sorry I haven't been active much. Also, sorry for inconsistencies with the English. Some spellings are British, and some are American. It gets on me nerves. But like my da' said to the monkeys when we visited Borneo back in 2013; "Suck yer own wavin, ye daft mankey!"
Of course, I'm telling that to myself for not immersing myself with the American English more. It's bloody annoying.
Thank you for being patient with this idiotic half-Irish lass. bows down and hits head on the keyboard.
Author's Log
So, a bit of background regarding the story. I actually forgot why exactly I wrote this, but Winter Sonata is one of the factors. I also want to point out the fact that this story just shows how fucking untalented I am at making emotions. Maybe because of the unholy amount of coffee I consume on a daily basis. Most probably. Ermmm... I must also say that I would clatter the living shite out of me if I try to write a similar soap opera like this again. I really should not write soap operas.
Self deprecation aside. I am proud of myself for surviving this. Not for writing this shite. For surviving. It's like warzone out there. Oh my fucking God. I mean, I tried. I bloody tried. It's worse than I thought it was going to be. One of the key things I have problem with is what the story meant. It is obvious to me what it is because I wrote it, but I don't know if I conveyed it well enough for others to get what I meant. It's not just all's well that ends well. It's supposed to be a journey that changes someone. How hope can help and not just provide more pain to the suffering. Because, to me, for a long while, hope was evil. For the longest part of my life, I thought that is what pain was. Hope, to me was pain, and now hope is a chance. A chance at a happy ending.
Call it anything, but I would love to spread the message that, hope isn't a warden to your cell of torment, but instead the messenger that wants you to embrace what happened to look forward for more. Find hope. As Reeezers once said (He said this around a month ago); "Hope is an investment plan, if you dodge it, and tell it to go fuck themselves, you'll get negatives. But if you decided to accept it, it could bring you millions.". He's a fuckin' capitalist, but he meant well. Anyways, see you guys tomorrow for "Author's Note 2"