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My anxiety is getting the best of me lately, and I’ve been unable to write. I’m slowly getting the next chapter wrote and will post it ASAP—I just don’t know when that will be.
Thank you everyone who has messaged me asking about my well-being. I have the best followers ❤️
I will try to finish up Chapter Eleven this week/weekend and post it either this weekend or early next week sometime, anxiety allowing
I promise I’m getting to the anon ask about writing advice, I just have to think a bit first!
What are some fanfic recs you guys have? Comment, @ the author, or send an ask! Doesn’t have to be BTS or even K-Pop!
Or rec me a book!
Guess who hasn’t been able to sleep for the last 24 hrs???
That’s right, this bitch
Well. I was informed last night by a friend that Seoulmates has been uploaded without my permission not only on AO3 (under a far less creative name), but on here as well.
If your an OG follower, you may remember that the entire reason this blog exists is because the KPop blog I posted on before was shared with someone who had been caught plagiarizing (on a separate, non-KPop blog), and I didn’t feel comfortable being associated with her anymore. For good reason, it seems, because (surprise, surprise) she’s the one who stole my work and reposted it.
She has since blocked me (saw it coming), and deleted the blog (I have lots of friends to keep you in check chica) as well as has taken Seoulmates down on AO3.
Like…honestly. How did you think that was going to go? I haven’t updated in over a year. Were you planning on picking it up and writing the rest? How were you going to explain the shift in style, tone, even fucking grammar to your followers? Did you think it wouldn’t get back to me? Really?
Do better.
You guys, please pray for me, or send good thoughts and vibes my way.
I think I am having a psychotic breakdown. I was up the last 2 nights unable to sleep because I just absolutely could not make myself feel safe. I kept seeing people—full figured, defined—in whatever room I was in, walking into them and I’d turn to fully look at them and they’d not be there. My brother came into the kitchen and I nearly threw my drink because it scared me so bad. I hadn’t heard him coming. I refused to have the lights off. I heard footsteps and knocks and all sorts of things. A couple of times I heard voices that did NOT belong to my family. I stayed awake until the birds started chirping and the sky outside started getting lighter before I could calm down enough to actually try to sleep.