Hi. Josie here.
So I have a bit of a problem-okay, no, a HUGE-ASS PROBLEM.
I write all of my stories on a note app on my iPod. Thing is, that note app CRASHED. And I CAN'T GET ON TO ACCESS THE STORIES. So I CAN'T FREAKIN WRITE THIS STORY.
I had a chapter and-a-half finished when it crashed, too! And it just pisses me off! I mean, if those chapters had been saved, or if I'd never written them in the first place, I could keep going-erm, probably. But either way, I'm not very happy with my notes app.
Luckily, I did manage to save my Hetalia One-Shots. BUT, I lost The Hardest Puzzle (though it's finished), Perfect Chaos, Chance, and OVER TWENTY UNPUBLISHED WORKS. I lost several Death Note story ideas, a 5SOS AU or two, another 5SOS fic, a helluva lot of Hetalia fic ideas (HH series, CW, and so many more I can't even remember them), a One Direction story or two (SNA, CG, unnamed, IotI, and more), an Attack on Titan half-written story (TGatT), a couple of Avengers stories (TSimD?!, unnamed one), and gods know how many ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS (M, UO, TD, VA:WtH, W, and so, so many more)
(Initials to show how many, but only initials so nobody steals the names-some of which are highly kick-ass.)
The only reason I haven't cried about it is because A) I still have one, at least, and B) it hasn't sunk in yet. I'm still foolishly thinking that there's hope and that I can fix it.
So, I'm trying to get it back, I'm trying to get the app to work, I'm trying to keep going, but I can't promise anything. And that makes me want to cry. I mean, I've written over thirty chapters to this story. That's more than any other story I've ever written. I thought I'd finish it. I thought I could do it. And then...then...this.
I'm sorry. Even though I couldn't do anything about my iPod being old (four to five years now), my parents refusing to get me another one (stingy meanies), and the app crashing (damn it all), I feel like this is all my fault.
I'm so sorry.
VOUS LISEZ
Precursor || Death Note [ON HOLD]
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