IO_IS_GONE

...Though...I think I've figured it out.

You cheer for me to create something, but once I do so...poof. All of that excitement suddenly disappears.

You...don't like my stories. I can see that now.

...Heh. I should have realized that sooner.

...Why did I ever try? I knew it was inevitable...I can't make people listen to my stupid stories, and I can't make people care about my boring interests.

...It's nice to know that everyone who told me that my stories were good was lying.

All the family and friends I proudly showed them off to...they told me that my stories were great...but now they've been presented to a real audience...and they couldn't withstand the test.

...I'm a terrible writer. A hack who has devoted their live, all 16 years of it, to writing, and is still as horrible a storyteller as the 2 year old IO pretending to go on adventures stolen right from the cartoons he'd watch every day.

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