As I said that everyone was laughing really hard and for the first time I feel the reason to live in this world.
"Ooooohhhhh! After laugh...ing so much, my... stomach hurts... hahahahaha!"
One of them said that, and hearing it really made me feel alive.
"That girl was truly something."
Those words came out of my mouth without thinking.
Before I met that girl, my words felt more like curses—hearing them only made people angry or sad.
I remember writing a novel and posting it on a website. The first two chapters were kind of a success, I guess. I got a lot of views. But when I reached chapter five, I noticed the number of views had dropped.
Only 22 people were reading it, and some of them were probably my friends. I think I made a mistake by sending the link to them and unconsciously pressuring them to read it.
I still regret that. I'm still writing the novel, but lately, I've been thinking about just leaving it hanging in the air.
Being an author is really tough and depressing—especially when readers start to hate your work. If even one person posts a hate review, it can feel like the end of the story. Like the only option left is to delete it completely.