#katsays

The truth is, I don't enjoy writing anymore. I haven't for a while. I LOVED it for YEARS. I love love loved the active Wattpad time. I loved the community we built there. I'm not kidding when I say that Marvel, writing, and you guys, have kept me alive through some seriously dark times. Covid isolation, depressive and lonely episodes...

Writing was the center and the joy of my life during FG and a big part of CG. It's made me happy in ways I can never describe. The giddiness of uploading a new chapter and refreshing the page to see comments flooding in. Most of them have made me laugh and cry in a good way. To this day, I have the best of them screenshotted in case I ever need a pick me up.

I met so many amazing people bc of this. Some of them I even met irl. I started writing as an outlet for the stories in my head, but I kept writing because of all of you. Because I saw that I could give you a little escape from this shitty ass world we live in. Just a half an hour of escaping to a fantasy world. I could make people happy. And that's one of the best feelings in the world.

Now, my reasons to retire. Marvel, and especially Nat, meant so much to me. As a comfort character, she brought me so much. But with no new Nat content coming out, my obsession with her and Marvel has gone. The MCU sucks rn and I have honestly lost all interest in it. Second, the writing has started to feel like a chore. Like homework. It's supposed to be an enjoyable hobby and I don't feel like I can give you quality chapters like this. Third: interaction just died. I'm sure you've read posts about how bad and discouraging it is. I have felt like I'm writing into a void.

Anyway, to complete the rambling, I'll always be proud of what I accomplished. Kat is so so dear to me. I love her to pieces, and I'm very proud of the complicated character I managed to make her. And I wanna thank you guys for embracing her like you did.

Just thank you for everything. For 10 (!!!!) years of Kat and Nat. For spending your lives with me. For all your love, your support, your theories. For making FG a 2.something-million times read book. It is really difficult to say goodbye. It feels like saying bye to a part of myself. 16 year old me could have never dreamed of this.

I will keep everything up. I will never delete my work or my accounts. I don't know if I'll be active on here anymore. If you do want to stay in touch and l know who you are, you can ask for my instagram in my dms if you like. Or, if you have a lot of patience, you can send a dm and wait and see if l answer 😉

BUT an amazing friend told me that you wouldn't be mad, and that l needed to come back, so here I am 😊 I hope she's right. If not, feel free to totally chew me out because I deserve it :)

As a reminder that it's not all they're making it out to be: my best friend got broken up with today by a shitty man, and my dad couldn't even be bothered to get my mom flowers 😇🙏🏻 May that type of love never find you. And remember your worth.

(It's been 7 hours, l still have 3 nails to go on my right hand, l feel nauseous from all the fumes I've inhaled, and my vision is blurry. Doing your own nails is not for the weak)