i despise the idea that i made a vulnerable fictional character who would even need others to stand for her. reflects on how much i've relied myself to some people before.
anyway, i will try finishing this now. this should be a fanfiction, but every time i would try to envision the world inside the narrative, i am always reminded of the version of myself i have long forgotten. i made her so much like me when i was supposed to create the person i wanted to become. this is the main reason why i've been on this slump for years now.
i am a changed human already so if there are these readers who found her problematic, i am sorry. i'll try to make justice for all the times i kept y'all waiting.