Hello.

I'd like to say that I wrote this when I was a little too young. Seventh grade.

I won't shit all over my story since it's not really badly written; the plot is inconsistent and all over the place but I am very glad I had the courage and perseverance to upload this. It really was fun to write.

I am, however, a very different person now due to some personal things that happened in my life (and I'm older) and I am no longer interested in writing fanfiction or in Wattpad as a whole.

I'm sorry that I made so many unfulfilled promises (sequel, anyone?) and for anything I may have said in the comments to offend anyone. My portrayal of graphic themes, specifically self-harm, was extremely wrongfully portrayed and now I see how wrong I was. If you struggled with this, I deeply apologize to you.

Many of you were very supportive, thank you! I do appreciate the funny comments in my inbox and on my story. Please don't hate on others. I won't reply to anything mean in my DMs so don't even try to put me down. I know that the plot is bad and everyone is out of character. Might I remind you that I was in seventh grade when I wrote this, actually summer after sixth when I started thinking of the general plot. Middle school, everybody.

Also:

toxiccompilation is no longer active. I suggest reading their story anyway, even if it has only four chapters. It could be a tribute of sorts. They cannot and will not reply to any messages (thank goodness they don't have many).

Apologies again for my unfulfilled promises. I guess I am one of those authors who promises a sequel and doesn't put it up... it's written but I'm just not in the mood to deal with Wattpad anymore. Fanfiction is a wonderful way to express myself and I'm glad this story was (mostly) well received. I encourage anyone with a passion for writing to consider making a fanfiction!

Thank you immensely for 60k reads. What a milestone! I'm very proud of myself.

In case you noticed the username change, I'd rather not use my old one anymore. I want to shed my old skin, in a way, and not associate myself with the old me. I was in a bad place and this honestly helped me somehow? Getting reads boosted my self esteem. Everyone is so nice here.

Other than the horrible comments. To the special few who sent me those: thank you too. I was able to read them and improve my future writing. I'm more educated now when it comes to sensitive topics... hell, in all topics. Stay in school, guys, even if you are most likely older than me.

In conclusion:

Thank you all. 60k reads, amazing, if only 7th grade me could see it now.

Apologies for my promises and foul language. I had just discovered fuck and liked to use it a little too much.

Stay safe.

Goodbye,

-enyo.