8/17/24
So, I'm doing this now. I'm at a point in my life where I need to discharge my emotions in any way that I can, and I thought, maybe I can do it through this page, MyFic. I thought that writing them down would be a healthy way of doing this. Of course, any names, apart from maybe mine's, will be kept safe via nicknames in the case I decide to post this. Not that I think It'll ever get any sort of attention.
Anyway, I'll warn you, possible future reader, that I won't have perfect grammar. I'll just make sure that my thoughts are legible in typing. This is the first thing that I'm writing on this page, and as you can see in the title, english is my second language. I can already see a syntax/organization mistake in this paragraph, but I won't bother fixing it. now, I know that we all have different gauges for distress and different levels of resistance. This is solely based on my experience. To you, the reader, the issues may seem insignificant, or my reaction justified.
So why I'm I putting all of these warnings/notes if I don't know if I'm going to publish this? Welp, it's because I know me. Maybe at some point, I'll want to share my thoughts out of a need of acceptance, belonging, or validation, or even all three combined.
To give a little background, I'll tell you some stuff about me. I'm a Hispanic immigrant who moved to the US months before covid shut everything down. As of the time of writing this, I'm two weeks from starting my university life. So these posts/updates/story¿ will tackle immigrant, identity, love, life and personal issues. Of course, to not just keep this whole thing bleak, I'll also put some of the musings that I've had.
At the time of uploading this, I am 3 weeks into college, so you may realize that updates to this thing will be few and far in between. Imagine starting this a month and a half ago and just now coming back to this. An actual reason for updates to take long may be that I basically have no time in between college and what basically is a full time job to be able to pay for it, and adding on top of it the homework that I have to do, well, not much I can do. I get the urge to write when I feel like this is the only outlet that is available at the moment. But with the little time that I have for writing, maybe the issue might be resolved even before I get the chance to type it.
So, thanks for giving this a chance. Feel free to share your thought on the situations that I post, talk about your own, or just enjoy it. I'll apologize in advance for the slow updates.
Bye!
AN:
So yeah, this is a story about a fictional character venting on the internet.
This is totally not me doing this just to meet this website's guidelines and have everything erased just because it wasn't a fictional story. So, for this purpose, this story will be narrated by a fictional character currently named "Narrator". My OC, if you will. you will be seeing more of the world as the story progresses. For now, the world starts in a forum, with Narrator expressing his desire to write down his thoughts.
Think of this as some sort of mythology of my own creation.