Hiding Spots

• foreword •

I am not gonna be formal here, but hell yeah I am going to be briefing 'bout what all you could encounter while reading this lyrical diary that I would like to call, "a cauldron of emotions, and secrets."

Swearing included, content and trigger warning will be given before mature and suicidal themes, and well, author's note basically below every chappie.

And I am not the aesthetic kind of person who loves designs and how correlates to your mood, or what I think-, oh god how much I struggle to even keep my room clean, talk about maintaining a wholeass aesthetic. But still, you could say I don't despise it entirely, I do partly enjoy few. but I end up battling with myself if I want to make one of my own aesthetics. That's a lot of work, and I'm just lazy.

Alright, here's the thing. I've made too many mistakes in my life and I didn't have the time to record them literally, either. But these experiences have been deeply etched inside my heart, and sometimes I get a feeling that I'm playing a number of episodes of a sitcom on my head based on my own life. well, here, I'm just about to write down everything I see in my head.

Gosh, I'm starting to think I'm boring you all.

Anyway, like I said, this would be just a spur of emotions that happened in different phases of my life which, I would want to rewrite. and I'm taking this opportunity to.

So thanks for reading if you are, because I just don't get to show my work as much to people around, though I have an incredible amount of things to say. Thanks, thanks for reading. It always means something to me if you read a line from this book, and really puts a wild smile on my face with the vote you're giving. A reward. So thanks.

Well, maybe, it's time to dive in,

Or perhaps, apparate ourselves into one of my countless

hiding spots.