THANK YOU SO MUCH OMG 😭🙏
I know this is probably super fucking cringy to write out but I genuinely just- AHHHH!!!! I never expected to get more than likely 3 reads on my book, let alone be able to neglect it for a month due to my fucked up mental health and still get so many awesome little Cagers reading my shit! I genuinely am so fucking happy right now like wtf?!

I'm gonna split this little update up in to 2 sections. One talking about all the sappy bullshit nobody fucking cares about except for me and the other section is telling y'all about the new chapter in the works "𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲" and to also give you a little sneak peak!

{Scroll til you see these heart to skip the sappy shit ❤️‍🩹}

I actually started writing this book out because I wanted a place to store all of my weird and out right crazy stories and delusions I'd make in my head because believe it or not but I'm not exactly the most stable of human beings. I also expected this to be a 1 month thing where I just wrote a story or 2, never posted them then deleted the whole app after a month but I convinced Myself to post my first story and I'm so fucking glad I did and I'm so greatful for everyone who's read this book! I also wanted to apologize how lackluster my chapters after "𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰?" Have been, I don't completely know why it took me the same amount of time, if not longer to write a 3k/4k word story as it did to write my first story which was around 8k but I am genuinely trying to work on this next story to fed y'all properly. I've already hit my average length of 4k words and I'm still not done with this story so I hope some of you choose to stick around a little longer to see that!

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Alrighty! So, I don't know why I talk like people read these chapters of my book. I know no one does but I already said I'd give a sneak peek into the next chapter so here I am, backing up my words for once... Not like I use to tell people when I'd update the book next and had a schedule for it then ghosted everyone who enjoyed my book for a month- Anyway, here is a short section of "𝐈'𝐦 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲" coming out 7/1

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[Why won't everything stop moving?]

As you desperately try to focus on something- anything! you can feel the warm gentle touch of your boyfriend on your shoulder. The weight behind his hand is meek but still enough for you to be aware of his presence. Another tender touch is felt on your cheek and before you can properly react, Johnny turns your head to face him, his thumb gently caresses your cheek as he looks down at you with soft, sad eyes.

"Sweetheart, please-... Pleeaasee just look at me... for a moment..?"

[... Okay...]

You look up properly and make eye contact with Johnny and it was right there when your world seemed to stand still. Everything around the 2 of you was still... wrong... but you didn't want to focus on that. You wanted to stay fixated on the boy in front of you, you wanted to stay with your Johnny. You may not believe in anything else right now but you do believe that the boy in front of you is your safe space. Your little sanctuary, if you will.

Unfortunately, you were so focused on trying to look at Johnny that you were unaware of him speaking. You couldn't even register that his mouth was moving, all you could look at were his eyes. Those soft, light brown eyes. They're so captivating like the stones shown so proudly on cliffsides, you just lose yourself so easily in them like a hiker in a deep forest. They shine so brightly in the sunset that you're convinced they turn to gold and you can't stop but wander down the dirt paths of his beautiful, riveting eyes.

The gentle shaking of your shoulder seemed to be just enough to snap you out of your little trance and reality undoubtedly came back into the picture. You couldn't stop yourself from staring at the contortion of the room around you and all those eyes were staring again. The sounds were so much worse, everything was growing so much louder. The static sound of blistering, popping skin scratched your brain in ways nothing had been capable of before. It was just prying at the back of your mind like a starved dog to a bowl of food. You didn't want to feed into these delusions but you genuinely couldn't stop yourself this time.

"Nono no, baby I said look at me.. You need to focus on me, okay?"

Johnny turns your head back towards him and smiles down at you lovingly. The expression in his eyes told you that he was scared and you don't blame him. You're acting insane.

"Can you try and tell me what's going on, My Love?"

[He won't understand.]

"No.."

"Baby cmon... I said try, didn't I..?"

Johnny's eyes almost look like they're begging now, pleading with you to say anything to him that could help him find a way to comfort you, to support you. You look around the room again to see the distorted eyes blaring metaphoric daggers into your aching body. Except now they were only growing bigger, darker. You couldn't take the staring anymore, you needed it to end.

The sound of popping skin started the grow a phantom touch to it and you're finding it harder and harder to ignore the fact that the muscle, tissue and skin on the back of your hands and the entirety of your forearms felt like they were burning right off your bones. You were pleading with yourself to push this ghostly touch out of your mind and to be able to look down and hopefully not see the burnt, melted flesh of your arms all over your knees, legs and bed.

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"weird and out right crazy stories and delusions" - Me at the beginning of this update chapter (no, you don't know how to end this update. Not me!)