If you don't read this, In a Heartbeat is getting deleted.
So I suggest you keep reading.

So I've read tons of other stories, and they all get comments.

Do I get comments? Yeah, sure.

But other people get comments from DIFFERENT people.

Do I get comments from different people?
No.
I get comments from one person.
ONE.

So out of my 41 subscribers, only one would care if I deleted this story.

Which I'm seriously thinking about doing since nobody seems to care that I've gotten grounded for being on the computer too long (updating for YOU), updated when I felt like shit and just wanted to sleep (for YOU), updated when I needed to sleep (for YOU), and updated when I didn't have time to update (for YOU).
I've spent almost a year on this, and you guys don't seem to care that I've given up hours of my life that I'll never get back. For YOU, my supposed 41 readers.

All I'm asking is for a little motivation to keep writing, because you guys don't seem to care.
And this isn't just a one-time thing. I need motivation for however long it takes to write this.

Meaning more than just the same two people.

I need motivation to write every single chapter.

Every.
Single.
Chapter.

And don't just write "update" or anything like that.
TELL ME what you want to see. What you think of the chapter, what they should do, etc., etc. I ask you guys questions at the end of almost every chapter, and NOBODY answers them except for @fascinated.

I've put my heart into writing this for YOU. Writing is what I love to do, and I like to think I'm kinda good at it. But I can't think that anymore because nobody tells me I'm good at writing.

I'm not an attention whore. I'm just sick of not being able to do what I love because nobody cares that I'm doing this for them.
Not for me.
YOU.
I write for you. I write because I want to. I can do that anytime. But I wanted to share my writing with people and see what they thought of it.

Well, apparently they think I'm shit and reading this is a waste of time, because if people really are taking five minutes of their time to read what I write, I think they should at least take one more to tell me what they think.

I started this during one of the hardest times in my life. And because I couldn't seem to do anything else right, I did what I've always been good at in hopes of getting through it. Before I started this, there wasn't a light at the end of the tunnel. There was nothing.
This became my light.

Yes, this did start out for me. I started this so I could feel like I could do something right. And eventually it turned into something I did for you.

So I'm sorry I've wasted a year of my life on the reason I'm still alive.

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