For the longest time, I was alone. A full three decades into my life, the only romantic love I knew was the unrequited kind. I was always an odd sort, vulnerable and having a hard time understanding other people. In my youth, I turned every frustration outwards and was rage personified, but as I grew older, I turned it inwards and almost destroyed myself.
"Of Wizards, Witches, and Unicorns" just hit 500 upvotes, a few days before its anniversary. That you guys like the story so much still boggles my mind. I wouldn't have thought that would happen in a thousand years.
Due to absolutely mindblowing amount of great feedback, I recieved on my first fanfic, I decided to improve upon it. It is still rather silly in the overall premise, but much better paced now. It even has something that almost resembles a plot. A run-down of the feedback and my responses: 1) It's too rushed!