Alright, so hey guys and guys with no dicks. If you don't have a dick, then I highly recommend you go to your dad's house to take a few viagra and try to grow one through your beef flaps because right now, I wanna talk about the elephant in the room and that's this story, "2 From Hell".

I mean, this story is probably one of my favorites because of the imagination I get to put in, especially when it has to do with one of Rob Zombie's most iconic creation of the Firefly Franchise. I've been getting a lot of requests to continue this story and try to finish it, but color my tooth gold and let the truth be told, I really despise all that demanding for a new chapter and it's time for me to say that I'm fucking sick of it. I just really want to live my life without any problems.

To save you guys the pain and the suffering of a very long rant, I won't go on about it, but the worst part about all this is that it's taking up my social and love life. Like, literally. My lady's been wanting me to take time off and try to spend time with her and if I didn't, not only would I be kicked out of the house, the engagement would be called off. I promised her that I'd spend less time on Wattpad and spend more time with her as we try to get married in the coming years or so.

Also, the way that Wattpad had been shitty is just a blessing in disguise because I'm actually spending less time on the app and spending more time in the real world.

With that said, I just want to give an update on this story and why I haven't published a new chapter yet. The way where this app is going and my love life is just going a little fucky on the south side of Kentucky, and I can't even try to get a chapter out for everyone. There will be one, but I just need some time to relax and try to get the motivation back. Like, that's what's been going on. To be fair, I have been publishing chapters here and there for other books, but most of them were because I felt forced to get them out and not have fun with it.

I mean, writing used to be fun for me until it was now like a second job for me, except I'm not getting paid for it. Shit's getting out of hand, and it's only to get worse if I just keep going at this rate. The mindset was, "If I don't get this chapter published, then nobody will be happy". It's just fucking sad, really because back before I started Wattpad, I didn't have much friends and I was never invited to shit. I was never really a part of a group, mostly because of my autism and groups were never my cup of tea, and I was always introverted, staying inside my house, playing video games, watching wrestling on the reg, and doing other things that kept me from going insane, like writing, drawing, and painting.

To me, writing is an art that should be admired and respected because it expresses everyone's thoughts and feelings about certain aspects of everyday life and some shit. Like, it's absolutely ridiculous as to why people don't write stuff down before they express themselves on certain topics. Also, I really don't want to be one of those people who lost their passion for writing and focusing on something that's unappealing because if something doesn't go my way and it doesn't work out, then I feel the urge to hurt myself, or even worse, die.

That's why writing had saved me from committing suicide as it helped me express myself and it helps me expand my imagination if I'm writing a story or poem or anything that's appealing to me. In this case, the Firefly Franchise.

For now, I just wanna wrap it up here. I wanna apologize for the long delay for another chapter. I just wanna let everyone know that this story isn't over and it won't be until I say it is. There will be a new chapter sometime, but in the meantime, be sure to slap the vote button before your partner/spouse slaps you. Be sure to follow me for updates on other stories and I'll see you guys later.

I'm out.