Sorry for the spam of stuff but I just wanted to show you what I have to deal with daily here. I used to love Wattpad because it was somewhere I could just write and be me without having to worry about anything but now I'm a role model of heaps of you with my popularity increasing significantly since first starting here on Wattpad in my three years of writing.

I've decided to take a break and bring myself together before continuing on my stories because as most of you know, I'm in my final year of school which is quite stressful in itself, not to mention the fact I'm up every night until 2 in the morning just trying to balance school and writing. I've had to turn down meetings with friends, parties and holidays just to keep up with everything I need to do, let alone the things I enjoy.

It has been quite rudely pointed out today, that I have become easily frustrated with people who waste my time because I have so little of it. As my previous two chapters show, I have to deal with people tagging me in pointless things all the time and the only reason I still check those tags are because one out of however many tags I gat a day is someone who started out just like me, some kid with a story to tell, thanking me for the inspiration I gave them to tell it. To this day, I still love the feeling of someone telling me just how much they were inspired by my works because it's something I never felt like I could do.

@Bnjarr12 as shown in the previous chapters was being spiteful over the fact I asked someone politely not to tag me in things because it waste my time as the tag was for a competition for them to get followers. He didn't know the story and proceeded to tag me a ridiculous amount of times in books I would never read (no offence to those stories or authors). He was convinced that the person doing so was a loyal followers who couldn't possibly have done wrong. In reality it was someone who'd admitted to never reading a page of my works. So clap-and-a-half for this guy.

Again, as many of you know, I fractured my back a while ago (burst compression fracture of my L1 vertebrae) I should of been paralysed by the injury and I'm insanity lucky not to have been but instead now I have to live in constant pain from my back. Whenever I go looking for a job, no one wants to hire me because if my back gets worse, they don't want to have to be responsible for that. Writing is pretty much the only chance I have in life now and I love it but people like the guy mentioned above are just taking away the love I have for doing this and if I no longer enjoy writing.... I seriously feel I have no other option. I know this sounds dramatic but I don't know what else I'm meant to do. I'm the outcast of my family and I don't feel I can talk to any of them.

To make even more of a mess, my stepdad had a recent death on his side of the family which has put my entire home out of whack. There always someone yelling or screaming at someone else and I'm in my room just struggling to get the bare minimum of my school work done.

I'm going through a really rough patch right now and I don't want to deal with this so I'll be gone for a month or so to pull myself together so I can hide behind the mask I've always used to protect myself because I feel my facade is breaking and I can't deal with it all.

Again, I'm sorry guys but I really have no other choice right now.