(you're not a loser im sorry :> its the first thing i thought of)
You might've noticed that I haven't posted in literally a month. I even missed my year anniversary from the first piece I posted on December 3rd.
I also missed the personalities of the people on this cite, but I'm struggling to miss this whole social writing ordeal in its entirety.
I feel like the things I have to say have to be spoken, not read. Where my voice has emotion is where I feel I get my point across.
I feel like mental health awareness pieces being associated with the romanticism of shocking topics is unfair. I've watched valid pieces of overcoming disappear from the public eye.
On top of this consistent lack of satisfaction, I feel the need to take some time to relearn writing. To be in it for how it makes me feel. I want to be able to write my novel, "Fear," without my driving force being others.
Due to all of this, I'm pulling out. 381 days have passed where I've had a write the world presence, I'm satisfied with that number and proud of where I've come. I even got the "creative writing" special award on the last day of school.
Though the transition mightn't be apparent, I've grown up a lot from where I started. I was someone starved for attention, living in others confidence. I was sleep deprived, anxious, unsure and cowardly.
Write the World was for that girl, the one who needed the boost and assurance from others. Write the World was for the girl who stayed up until 3am with no idea how to get herself to sleep. Write the World was for the girl who needed to know her feelings were validated.
Write the World isn't for this girl. I have a therapist on my side, a novel to write, hours to sleep and my own self confidence to work off of. Write the World was for the person who didn't have that support.
I'm so thankful for this website, but eventually things come to an end. I've seen friends come and go, and now it's my turn.
Thank you, WtW community, for consistent support and love. Thanks to those who've given me constructive criticism and chatted with me over writing comments. Thanks for letting me share my hope, identity and ability with you.
Knowing me, I'll probably check-in. But don't sit on that possibility.
In the meantime, I have a book to finish.
Merry Christmas, all! I'm proud of all of you~