Too many words, too many ideas, I don't know how to express them. This book is going to say goodbye to you, and I'm going to take a long, long, indeterminate break.
I used to think about the end of the story, trying to make it even more perfect, but what I showed was this effect, and it took all my strength.
I lost my original intentions, and I couldn't find the original me anymore.
I'd love to stick around for readers who like me, but I think what I'm writing right now is all over the place.
After the new text was broken, I tried to pick it up and write it up, writing it over and over again and deleting it all. Every time I sit in front of a computer, I get a feeling of confusion. It's like the two books in front of you consume so much enthusiasm and brainholes that the back is so unsatisfactory.
I think I'm kind of failing, and the author is supposed to have something, and I'm gradually feeling lost. helpless.
I'm sorry about that.
The group will be disbanded.
Grateful to the readers who have always supported me, grateful.