It was pretty chill

As you already know, I slept around 5 a.m, or more like when the sun had already risen. I woke up around 8 a.m, thinking about what I had already did last night. I kept on pressuring myself about how the short complaint I had was pretty self-based.

This whole time, I was feeling insecure about it and when I checked, I was relieved out of my soul. It seems that I haven't published anything, or it didn't went into anyone's radar and I am grateful for that.

[Wallahi.] I sighed with my left hand on my chest, compressing the air and clearing the fuzziness within my head.

I was overjoyed, and so I regained my confidence within me. I will post the story filled with unhinged humor and possibly awful plot (its actually bad) and try to keep it up. I want to feel motivated and I want to end the story that I've started ever since my third year of highschool.

Whether it gained anyone's attention or not, I don't know, but I'm sure that the past me would laugh a lot when reading it. I want the reader (if there's any) to feel what I felt when I read the story that the younger me wrote.

That feeling of cringe and confusion when reading an utterly ridiculous journey of a beginner's mind. How puzzling it was to recreate and how easy it was to visualize a child's imagination. That's just what I want to give to you, the one who reads this.

I'll complete some more chapter in order to flesh out the story and post it here.

May anyone who reads this have a happy day, and may the me in the future would have enough drive to complete the series.