I don't know where I'm going with this story, or if it will even go any where. I might just use this as a journal, a venting outlet for my constant stream of frustration and screams. I might add little stories here and there, but I just don't know. Thank you for at least reading this far. I can't promise a good story, I can't promise consistent updates, I can't even promise this story will be published for more than a month or so. But, I will try. I won't give up on what I want to do. If you want to give support or even hate in the comments, feel free to do so. I know I have it better than some people, I know my feelings don't matter in the grand scheme of things, I know that this will merely be a shout in the void of WattPad, even more so, the internet, the world inside of the world, though vastly larger, I know my life isn't any thing special, you can point that out as much as you want and you can do whatever you want with this book.
