So, about "Cupid!" And also- the narrator my stories contain.... and also me, ignoring everyone.

I revoked the submission because it needs a little bit of a rewrite. If you can remember, it was made in the first person format; this oversight will be fixed. Not only are mystery stories in the first person hard to do- my penultimate fic will be in the first person. Besides, the neighrator likes their job!

Oh- the narrator isn't me speaking through my stories like one would assume. There's some nuance to the voice in your head when reading my fics... they sound like an actual character speaking to you who emotes and occasionally uses the term “I” in a few fics. This was on accident, a rookie mistake I made when I started to write one story and address... well... myself. Then I thought, “Hmm, it would be hilarious if the narrator was actually just a mysterious thing that knows you're reading.” Tadaaa!

Also... it gives me comfort. Used to listen to a few fanfic readings and loved them. Being envious that maybe nobody would read anything of mine to an audience was inevitable. That, there, also cemented my decision to go in this direction. Keep in mind, I was being immature and very rude last year... my mind wasn't in the right place. There was a few times I got into a tizzy with someone because I made my social anxiety their issue. I'm so sorry for that. Back on track- although I've gotten better, mentally, I can't shake of this chronic loneliness. The narrator will be a constant in my stories. Instead of sharpening my grammar and making things audio reading friendly- enjoy my insanity! Yes, my solution is to further... isolate... myself. More on that- right now...

I am in my own little bubble. I'll stop commenting on my page because I compensated for the lack of activity on there. I don't care anymore. Of course I adore comments but, buuuut I won't reply. I will only give a little thumbs up. I'd apologize but how can I apologize for a mental illness that fights me and wins every single time. Ahem. Some time ago a person cheered me up but was hurt I didn't acknowledge them. It must've been very strange to see my comment on their story and... yeah... I just feel bad. So, you, don't take it personally if I seem a bit distant or something- I am not a people person but I like attention. Confused? BPD (borderline personality disorder) is a confusing thing. If nobody pays attention to me- I combat that with further isolation and expect a happy “welcome back” when I try to poke my head out to say hello again. It's a pain in the ass. I'm so sorry. I literally have mental issues that revolve around feeling alone.

Which brings me to my final paragraph that combines all of these points together, zombies! No- really. I respect an author on here and love their work but... uhm... I screwed up. Yeah, so- I deleted every praise comment I made for them and ran away when I didn't get the attention I wanted. It's not their fault- that's all me. I'm writing a fic for them as a sort of “thank you” gift for making my favourite series on here... and yet- I ghosted them. This will be a quick, “Hai! Bye!” And I'll never announce my presence again. Absolutely wild. Still, I hope you're waiting patiently for my optimistically grim writing style to finally get into some macabre zombie territory.

TLDR: Cupid is being reworked into a third person format, I am fending off my fics from having audio readings- sort of? My BPD made me isolate myself, and... zombies!