p class="p1" style="margin: 0px 0px 3px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 22px; line-height: normal; color: #dcdcdc; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span class="s1" style="font-weight: bold;"Hello, /span/p
p class="p2" style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; color: #dcdcdc; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span class="s2"I doubt anyone who originally began reading this story some 10 years ago will be here to read this. But if someone new to this story or a long time follower comes across this update I hope they do so with the same cringing humor I did. What you have to understand is that back in 2010, when I originally wrote this story, I hadnt even graduated from grade school. Little 13 year old me wrote nearly 75,000 words. span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanNearly the length of a short novel. Its strange to think of myself so young and so unafraid to put something I made out into this world. Reading back the praise I received in the comments I feel joy because, simply put, its quite terrible. At the time I dreamed of becoming a writer and in many ways that never left me. I still love to tell stories and write when I can though I am now much more self conscious. Eventually I became an artist and I hope to tell my own stories one day that other 13 year olds will write terrible off-canon fanfiction about. Even now in my 20's I still love fanfiction and rereading fanfics I loved as a child brings me a lot of comfort in these uncertain times. So if you have managed to make it this far or received a random email, drop me a comment. Doesn't have to be much. Words would be appreciated but a simple smiley face will do. It's always nice to know I'm not alone in the nostalgia of it all. /span/p
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p class="p2" style="margin: 0px; font-stretch: normal; font-size: 17px; line-height: normal; color: #dcdcdc; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"span class="s2"I doubt anyone who originally began reading this story some 10 years ago will be here to read this. But if someone new to this story or a long time follower comes across this update I hope they do so with the same cringing humor I did. What you have to understand is that back in 2010, when I originally wrote this story, I hadnt even graduated from grade school. Little 13 year old me wrote nearly 75,000 words. span class="Apple-converted-space" /spanNearly the length of a short novel. Its strange to think of myself so young and so unafraid to put something I made out into this world. Reading back the praise I received in the comments I feel joy because, simply put, its quite terrible. At the time I dreamed of becoming a writer and in many ways that never left me. I still love to tell stories and write when I can though I am now much more self conscious. Eventually I became an artist and I hope to tell my own stories one day that other 13 year olds will write terrible off-canon fanfiction about. Even now in my 20's I still love fanfiction and rereading fanfics I loved as a child brings me a lot of comfort in these uncertain times. So if you have managed to make it this far or received a random email, drop me a comment. Doesn't have to be much. Words would be appreciated but a simple smiley face will do. It's always nice to know I'm not alone in the nostalgia of it all. /span/p
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