Soulmates

ugggh

ok hi, this isn't an actual chapter

i'm so sorry for the lack of updates, i'm really trying. i just can't push them out

i'm not trying to discontinue this, since this fic is my baby

but like

i made this so hard for myself. there are so many arcs that need to be finished, and i know that if i don't get it done soon, this won't ever be updated again. i don't want that to happen.

so, i guess i'm just saying to expect a decline in quality and length over these final chapters, because i am speedrunning to try and get this done. i wish i could just psuh them out like i used to but i can't

but i remember being in a rut, and then opening up song prompts and y'all would give me a song and then i'd be able tp make a 1,500 word chapter in 30 minutes.

now that taylor swift has a new album and Conan Gray has a new song, you guys have more inspiration to feed the goblin in my brain

so please give me prompts!

anyway, a lot of my old readers have retired wattpad (understandable) and now i have brand new readers! hi y'all!

i used to have these super long A/Ns after every single chapter and would overshare details about my life that you guys probably didn't want to know.

then t slowly started getting shorter and shorter and shorter

i feel like those A/Ns were how i bonded with my readers, because i became friends with pretty much all of them, so here is a full chapter of me ranting about shit

so like, i'm done with wattpad. it's not for me anymore and i don't really use it unless it's for this fic. i'm thinking of deleting ihbwyftbom on here, actually write, like, three chapters within the year, and then post it on Ao3.

i also need to edit that fic

like a lot.

it's bad.

i'm also working on two other fics rn. one is the multi-fic project i won't stfu about and the other is the shelper fic that i also won't stfu about. both of these are going on Ao3

i read tsats. it was interesting. i have many thoughts. but we don't have enough time or space to speak about all of them!

but, i did highlight and annotate the way i comment on wattpad, which should give you a pretty good idea of my thoughts

as for my mental health: i am black and hispanic and gay and i live in florida

i think that should suffice

i love it here! (in deep physical pain)

also: exams? why?

like, studies show they are fucking useless. we don't need them anymore

OH GUYS MY CREATIVE WRITING TEACHER THINKS I'M GOOD ENOUGH TO BE PUBLISHED

I HAVE NEVER FELT SO VALIDATED LIKE THE WAY I DID ON THE LAST DAY OF SCHOOL

oh yeah, it was the last day a few days ago and now it's my summer break. we kicked it off strong with a conversation i had with my friend who just moved in with her white family members as a fellow hispanic:

my friend: HELP ME

I MISS FLAVOR

THESE WHITE PEOPLE HAVE ME EATING PLAIN ROTISSERIE CHICKEN FROM FUCKING KMART OR WHATEVER THE FUCK BUT THEY PEELED THE FUCKING SKIN OFF BECAUSE IT WAS TOO SPICY AND THEY GAVE ME BOXED MAC AND CHEESE BUT WOULDN'T EVEN LET ME ADD THE GARLIC AND HOT SAUCE