When I was 12, I discovered this website called Wattpad. I was just surfing the internet looking for something Aphmau-related (my obsession at the time). I came across a link to something titled 'Garroth Diaries'. It was a spin-off of one of Aphmau's biggest series, so I was intrigued. I made an account on that website and didn't start reading lol. I never finished or really started reading more than a couple chapters of that book.

I realized what the website was, and so I started exploring and figuring out what I could do with it. At the time, I had a long ass username: CarleighGreenSIX. Six?? I'm not sure why lol. But it's on a couple of my old book covers somewhere far back into my drafts. (insert picture here). I went through a series of different usernames. Again, I can probably find a few of them back in my drafts.

One night that specifically sits in my mind was right before I was going to leave town to go see my grandparents for Christmas. It was December of 2015 and my mom was out of town, so it was just my sister and I at home. My sister was in her room, and I was in my moms. My moms bed had sunken in in the middle because of the broken bedframe she had (which we tried to fix and it never stuck for too long lol and she refused to go without a bedframe for a little while), so I was propped in the middle of the bed (the lowest point bc gravity duh) with my computer on my chest. I was writing really crappy stories all night, but I was learning how to play around and use this site that would change my life for the next three years.

I was listening to Nightcore (omg) all night, and also stumbled upon an Adopted By O2L book (this is after they broke up and tbh i wasn't really into youtube when they were still around rip o2l) and read chapter after chapter, all night. That was the first or second time I can remember pulling an all nighter. That night was a lot of fun, and I wish I could recreate it but whenever I try, I give into tiredness because I'm not crazy. I want sleep. But I remember reading something about Hawaii and literally seeing pineapples on my screen, or talking about a beach and seeing a beach on the screen. I was delirious lol. Around 8-9am I finally went to sleep and didn't wake up until 4-6pm, but I had made an experience that I didn't know at the time, but I'd hold onto.

Ps. i read that o2l book as much as i could. even when we were traveling i read it whenever i had service. I was obsessed lol and so sad when it ended. I'm rereading it rn bc it's around the same time when i was reading it 3 years ago and tbh nostalgia.

Anyways, as my writing evolved, I started to get more followers. Milestones like 10k on my book High School Diaries was something I would cherish. It was so important to me that people were enjoying my books and reading my stuff, nevertheless returning to read what came next. Even though my books then are crappy compared to my writing now (which they should be -- it shows improvement), it still means a lot to see some notifications of people reading my old books, or coming back to them to reread something they saw 'iconic' a year or two before.

After about 6-12 months, I got burnt out. I used to write every day, at least 600-1000 words minimum (I set that for myself). I forced myself to write, even when I didn't have the time or the desire to. I would be so mad at myself if I didn't update my HSD book every single day that writing it, and everything else became a chore. Once I finished my HSD book, it was a bit of a weight lifted off of my shoulders. It wasn't that I didn't love that book because I did. It was my baby and I'd worked so hard on it. It was just one less thing to write, but I still had quite a few more books.

One of my friends once told me that I had bitten off more than I could chew because I randomly went MIA for a couple months; not updating books, leaving it on cliffhangers and not saying a word. I just disappeared. I don't talk to this friend anymore, but I took what they said into account and did take an actual break, opposed to ghosting all the people who actively read my books. This was the worst part of my lack of writing passion.

This lasted for a while, but I eventually picked myself up from my bootstraps and sat myself down to write. I knew I had to. I had to for the personal satisfaction of finished what I had started. I had to do it for the people who followed my stories. I had to do it for the people who looked up to me. I had to do it for me.

And so I did. I began writing about things I was truly passionate about and writing about stories that genuinely interested me. You can tell in my most recent writing how much my passion for writing has improved. Wet Dream was what really kickstarted my passion up again, and got me writing again. I transferred my Heathens book from a collab account to here, and I couldn't be happier with how it's going.

Though it still takes a lot of willpower to sit myself down to write, I genuinely enjoy doing it and it's no longer a chore like it used to be. It's a hobby that is fun for me again. It's a hobby that brings me up. It brings me so much joy to wake up every morning and see many notifications from WD, talking about people liking it or making friends in the comments.

I'm so happy with how this platform has grown, and even though I've lost and made friends along the way, I wouldn't take back any of it. and my journey isn't over yet!! It improves and evolves everyday, and I'm not going anywhere for a long time.

So for the OGs, for the most recent people, and everyone in between: Thank you for sticking with me.

Thank you!! I love you all❤️❤️
-Car

If you want more stories like this into my life and life experiences, let me know what kind of experiences you want to see!!

oh and here are the carleighgreensix photos

There's are some of my oldest books lol. one is an orig. — orig characters, plot, etc. second is an aphma love triangle book lmao