#self writer

I’ve been writing since I’m 11 (started with Justin Bieber fiction yup u can laugh) but I’ve never received that many comments until I started the fanfiction on ao3.

I was already overwhelmed by the kudos, seeing them going higher and higher every week was impressive and Im really grateful for all of this. Perhaps I’m overreacting but nobody told me before that my writing was making them smile, laugh and that they were having fun reading it. I was really shocked because I started that fic at night, with my insomnia and I was like "what if I put some of my dumb jokes here?" And here I am, six chapters after. The inspiration that I have is insane, I’ve wrote almost all of my life but I wasn’t consistent. Starting project then dropping it. Never going to the chapter fourth. Always giving up. But I’m currently on chapter six on the Mess In His Life, chapter three is still in work for The Dark Alley and I’m pitching a new idea right now.

Yes I like having comments, I need comments to know if I’m doing bad or if I’m doing bad. I am grateful to those who takes their time to write something, even if it’s three words. If I made someone laugh with my writing, I am truly truly happy. Those comments is my strength. I write 6K a day when I couldn’t even do that before.

I wish I could keep doing that but in my projects. But I believe for now, I’ll keep writing my fan fictions as they are making me happy.

You are not meant to be able to do everything he can do. You are meant to be complex in the way you can do the things he can not do.

It is the way not written in stone, but known.

You are the opposite of his abilities. You have the mental capacity for support, For strength, For the giving of care, For the giving of love.

The donation of your skin, your affection in tongues entwined and the grasping of foreign flesh to be melted and mixed with yours; to offer home.

Be nothing more than you are. Be nothing more than you can be; because it is as you should be.

tI want to see that armour you hold so high, so close to your beating chest be shattered.

I want to see you crumble. I want to see you in despair. I want to see you struggle to piece it back together.

I want to see you become strong. I want to see you be okay with you. I want you to accept your being & your surroundings.

The circumstances. The hardships. The blessings. The opportunities. The hate, And the love. The denial, And the acceptance.

I'm not great half the time, then the other half I don't have any motivation.