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Letter 49: Neutral Soul
Dear Neutral Soul, I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what side to take. I’m torn and it hurts too much to even say it out loud. I’ve been torn for a long while now and my heart is beyond shattered to pieces because of it. I’m a neutral. Is that okie to be? Is it wrong to be neutral? Maybe I just care for too many people. I enjoy the company of too many people. I feel every piece of my heart like glass in my chest, piecing so much of my body. My lungs feel like they can’t catch any air. Nowadays I’m just quiet and keep to myself. I feel like I can’t make anyone happy anymore. My voice has become more quiet and my desire to talk in nonexistent. I find happiness in words and little things, but when can I truly say I was okie. Those days seem so long gone and I don’t know when they will return. I feel constant physical pain, there doesn’t seem to be a reprieve from it anytime soon. It constantly feels like I have to choose a side...maybe that’s why I just stay in my room and
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Letter 49: Neutral Soul
Dear Neutral Soul, I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what side to take. I’m torn and it hurts too much to even say it out loud. I’ve been torn for a long while now and my heart is beyond shattered to pieces because of it. I’m a neutral. Is that okie to be? Is it wrong to be neutral? Maybe I just care for too many people. I enjoy the company of too many people. I feel every piece of my heart like glass in my chest, piecing so much of my body. My lungs feel like they can’t catch any air. Nowadays I’m just quiet and keep to myself. I feel like I can’t make anyone happy anymore. My voice has become more quiet and my desire to talk in nonexistent. I find happiness in words and little things, but when can I truly say I was okie. Those days seem so long gone and I don’t know when they will return. I feel constant physical pain, there doesn’t seem to be a reprieve from it anytime soon. It constantly feels like I have to choose a side...maybe that’s why I just stay in my room and
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More Questions for a Writer
1. Tell us about your favorite writing project/universe that you've worked with and why?
Favorite universe to write about would be my friend’s world called Stelonia.
2. How many characters do you have? Do you prefer males or females?
I have a couple OCs, a few others I have ideas for but just haven’t gotten around to creating yet, but only one that I usually use. I think I prefer female, but I do enjoy male as well, I kind of like when the character doesn’t have a specific gender as well. I probably pick female because it’s easier for me overall, but am never afraid to switch it up.
3. How do you come up with names,
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Letter 49: Neutral Soul
Dear Neutral Soul, I don’t know what to do anymore. I don’t know what side to take. I’m torn and it hurts too much to even say it out loud. I’ve been torn for a long while now and my heart is beyond shattered to pieces because of it. I’m a neutral. Is that okie to be? Is it wrong to be neutral? Maybe I just care for too many people. I enjoy the company of too many people. I feel every piece of my heart like glass in my chest, piecing so much of my body. My lungs feel like they can’t catch any air. Nowadays I’m just quiet and keep to myself. I feel like I can’t make anyone happy anymore. My voice has become more quiet and my desire to talk in nonexistent. I find happiness in words and little things, but when can I truly say I was okie. Those days seem so long gone and I don’t know when they will return. I feel constant physical pain, there doesn’t seem to be a reprieve from it anytime soon. It constantly feels like I have to choose a side...maybe that’s why I just stay in my room and
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