Status: Writer's Block, No I haven't left Mibba 6/7/11
I Think I’m Officially Crazy
Update On I Think I'm Officially Crazy
Hey guys, I am so sorry I've been truly lacking on this story. I really am. I actually really love this story, and I'm sad that I've neglected it for so long. For some while I did have writer's and everything I wrote for this I despised. But then just when I started to get back into the swing of things, my computer crashed, and I lost all of my stories, not this one thankfully, because I had it saved here. But at least thirty different stories that I had but my heart and soul into writing, because at that time it really was my passion. However at the time I also didn't know how important the usage of backup and flashdrives are (I literally have five alone just for all my unfinished stories now).
But as if that didn't hurt enough, losing all that work, pieces that I had literally turned down nights of going out with friends and sleepovers to write were gone, the people who were supposed to support me, and my dreams and passions didn't give a shit. Period. They only thing they cared about was that my computer, also my brother's at the time, because we had to share then, was that it had gotten a virus and had completely shut down. Of course they also blamed me. I don't know if any of you know of the Sims 2, but that was my other obsession other than writing, so I did download a lot from websites for the game. However, that has been something I've done for years and I never had any problems with viruses or anything. So I know for a fact that my computer crashing had nothing to do with me. It did however have to do with a certain hormonal teenage boy I happened to call my brother. Who I like to thing is to some degree fucked up in the head because he is just beyond stupid.
And while he was smart enough to look at porn when no one was home, he was not smart enough to remember to delete his history. And me being the little shit that I am , I always had to look up something in my history for some reason, hence the fact that I figured out his secret real fast. I also caught on that when his little habit started, so did the little virus problems that my computer had. But i couldn't tell my parents. Hell I still use it to this day as blackmail, because he knows he'd bee in huge shit with the parentals, hence why no one ever corrected them when they pointed their fingers at me for breaking the computer. (Apparently I'm the only one who didn't inherit the stupid gene in my family, since my brother started using my dad's computer, a very expensive, brand new one at that, for his little habit, until literally less than two weeks later my dad's computer contracted the same virus, however with a little work his computer was fine because it was newer and more protected, yet they still didn't put two and two together, even though my brother had yet to be able to figure out how to delete his history).
Anyways, so one day I got into this huge fight about the computer with my parents, and when I asked them what about my stories, all my hard work was lost, they yelled who the fuck cares. We don't give a shit about your stupid little stories, not when we have to spend hundreds of dollars to fix that fucking computer you broke in the first place. I honestly never felt so hurt before, which is hard to believe, knowing my past, but it did. And I could literally feel the passion and desire and love and drive to write slowly drip out of me. Because you know, if the people who are supposed to support your dreams and passions don't give a fuck about them, why would anyone else?
And since then writing has been a struggle for me. However, as of recently, something terribly fucked up happened to me, and it kind of metaphorically slapped me in the face and woke me up. I looked back at what I was and how I changed, and I didn't necessarily like what I saw. So then one day while thoroughly cleaning my room, a punishment for something from the parentals, I discovered the fifty or so something notebooks I had stashed away in the desk that never use, filled with all these unfinished stories that I had been writing before I lost all of my motivation, and I realized how much I really missed writing. And now I'm slowly getting back into it. I've got a lot of stories going on, and I am severely editing this story to, albiet very slowly, but it's getting there. And I plan on hopefully being able to post these stories again. I currently have a wattpad account (which I'll leave the link to below) which is where I'll be posting all my stories now, accompanying the few I already hae posted, I'd appreciate it if you would check it out, because when I repost the edited version of this story it will be on wattpad, and I will post a little notice up here for you guys when I do that too.
Again I am so sorry I have neglected this story and my other stories for so long here. But I hope you'll all be understanding. And don't be shy (:
Anyways here my wattpad link: http://www.wattpad.com/user/xShortayxLovex
Goodbye for now, and Happy belated Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans
But as if that didn't hurt enough, losing all that work, pieces that I had literally turned down nights of going out with friends and sleepovers to write were gone, the people who were supposed to support me, and my dreams and passions didn't give a shit. Period. They only thing they cared about was that my computer, also my brother's at the time, because we had to share then, was that it had gotten a virus and had completely shut down. Of course they also blamed me. I don't know if any of you know of the Sims 2, but that was my other obsession other than writing, so I did download a lot from websites for the game. However, that has been something I've done for years and I never had any problems with viruses or anything. So I know for a fact that my computer crashing had nothing to do with me. It did however have to do with a certain hormonal teenage boy I happened to call my brother. Who I like to thing is to some degree fucked up in the head because he is just beyond stupid.
And while he was smart enough to look at porn when no one was home, he was not smart enough to remember to delete his history. And me being the little shit that I am , I always had to look up something in my history for some reason, hence the fact that I figured out his secret real fast. I also caught on that when his little habit started, so did the little virus problems that my computer had. But i couldn't tell my parents. Hell I still use it to this day as blackmail, because he knows he'd bee in huge shit with the parentals, hence why no one ever corrected them when they pointed their fingers at me for breaking the computer. (Apparently I'm the only one who didn't inherit the stupid gene in my family, since my brother started using my dad's computer, a very expensive, brand new one at that, for his little habit, until literally less than two weeks later my dad's computer contracted the same virus, however with a little work his computer was fine because it was newer and more protected, yet they still didn't put two and two together, even though my brother had yet to be able to figure out how to delete his history).
Anyways, so one day I got into this huge fight about the computer with my parents, and when I asked them what about my stories, all my hard work was lost, they yelled who the fuck cares. We don't give a shit about your stupid little stories, not when we have to spend hundreds of dollars to fix that fucking computer you broke in the first place. I honestly never felt so hurt before, which is hard to believe, knowing my past, but it did. And I could literally feel the passion and desire and love and drive to write slowly drip out of me. Because you know, if the people who are supposed to support your dreams and passions don't give a fuck about them, why would anyone else?
And since then writing has been a struggle for me. However, as of recently, something terribly fucked up happened to me, and it kind of metaphorically slapped me in the face and woke me up. I looked back at what I was and how I changed, and I didn't necessarily like what I saw. So then one day while thoroughly cleaning my room, a punishment for something from the parentals, I discovered the fifty or so something notebooks I had stashed away in the desk that never use, filled with all these unfinished stories that I had been writing before I lost all of my motivation, and I realized how much I really missed writing. And now I'm slowly getting back into it. I've got a lot of stories going on, and I am severely editing this story to, albiet very slowly, but it's getting there. And I plan on hopefully being able to post these stories again. I currently have a wattpad account (which I'll leave the link to below) which is where I'll be posting all my stories now, accompanying the few I already hae posted, I'd appreciate it if you would check it out, because when I repost the edited version of this story it will be on wattpad, and I will post a little notice up here for you guys when I do that too.
Again I am so sorry I have neglected this story and my other stories for so long here. But I hope you'll all be understanding. And don't be shy (:
Anyways here my wattpad link: http://www.wattpad.com/user/xShortayxLovex
Goodbye for now, and Happy belated Thanksgiving to my fellow Americans