Heyo.

Let me start this by saying that yesterday I went to the gym, spent 2 hours there, and literally destroyed my body.

I feel pain in places I didn't even know could be in pain.

But yeah.

Moving on.

So yesterday, in my greek spam book, I mentioned how I think I should leave Wattpad. And well, I figured it is only fair I do the same chapter twice in english and in greek in case someone cares.

But then something interesting happened....

(Ps I knew that all these Dianna Agron gifs would come in handy one day!)

No one gave a fuck.

Literally.

People not commenting on that part at all or saying that I should "do what I want" was an explosion of emotions for me.

I mean:

•I'm glad people were so open about it. Like yes, everyone can do whatever they want because it's their lives.

•....but also literally no one bothered saying that they would be sad with my leaving.

Which is very selfish of me-I know that-but if any of my friends were to leave, I would be more like "I will miss you but you need to do whatever you feel that needs to be done".

I've been in Wattpad since 2014 and if I were to leave, and if I decide to leave, I am apparently not worthy of a proper goodbye.

(People were actually more interested in whether I would continue my spam books or not.

Meaning whether I would be around to entertain them still.)

And trust me, I get the whole "if you love something, let it go" and all, but this is literally a whole different situation.

I know that no one will be devastated,  if I'm gone.

But I guess I always expected that people would be even a little bit sad about it....

Spoiler alert: I've never been more wrong.

And it's sad because some people made a huge impact on my life and on shaping me to who I am today like ellienerd14 hazyheadofmine and @drake-ramoray . I've known this people for so much time and although we don't talk anymore/that often, I could never have become who I am today without them.

So somedays, I really wished that I could have an impact on someone's life just like they had on mine. Even if it was really small.

For a while, I thought I had that. I thought that I helped some people just a little bit-that I made things a little bit easier, but I guess the only thing I offered was nagging and shameful tv shows promos.

It's very egoistic of me to talk like that, to want to be remembered for centuries, but I'm past the point where I shame myself for feeling this way.

Truth is the world, no matter the little/hard job you do, will fuck you.

Fuck you like a cheap remake of 50 shades of grey.

And you can either fuck it back or accept your faith.

And well, I don't think I fit in either of these categories.