I keep writing and writing.

I keep making plans and events. Events for the future.

All while ignoring the utter garbage I wrote in the past.

This is coming to an end.

Sort of.

I don't know if I'll be writing this in the future. Maybe I will, maybe I won't. No, fuck that, I will.

I damn liked this story but my writing ability was utter shit.

So when I rewrite this, it'll be different. I'll take it low and slow. I won't be impatient with myself. I'll write and edit and fix chapters until I actually feel like reading this monstrosity.

I won't take advice until I'm ready for some fucking advice.

"Don't write a plot, just let the characters act the way they want." If I just did whatever the fuck I wanted and had no plan for my life, I'd be dead in a couple of days. Hell, I'd give myself a single hour to live.

My story, my rules. Get your advice out of my face. I'm too stupid and too shit to use it anyway, and you telling me things is only going to boost my ego.

For the record, I'm not actually mad. I just felt like ranting.

This isn't going to be edited either which does contradict what I wrote above but it's not a chapter for Legacy so I don't care.

Later, peoples. See you around.

You can vote below, if you want. If you do, thanks. For at least, I don't know, taking the time to check out this crap.