Oh my god, I hate how wrapped up in stories I get. I hate how determined i am to know the ending, because, dammit, sometimes I really need to just let it go.
So I was reading a fanfiction (Still am, honestly, I'm a chapter from the end) and i knew I shouldn't get wrapped up in a chapter story romance. I have a disease, especially with romances, that I must know how it ends, even if the coupling or setting or writing sucks. I must know what happens to them. And this long ass story is going to be the death of me.
33 chapters of hell, and I have read almost all of them. Lots of boring adventure and long-winded thoughts, and it was just... Ok, it was a good idea. It was decent writing. Nothing struck me as full on awful, but that's what made it awful... It was so plainly average that I skimmed the fuck out of it but at the same time I couldn't stop reading. I had to know what happened to the characters.
I hate myself. I hate myself so much right now.
I really just want to jump into a deep hole, honestly.
Maybe a volcano.
Anyway, its been awful. So I'm a poor, messed up child and need help. End of story.
And I also have a disease where i check my grades and my figment every few minutes to see if things have changed, which they often haven't. Hahahaha kill me.
Have a better night than me.
Love,
Grace
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