What ?

Writing ?

Have I ever done something like that ?

Of course not. Leave me alone.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

My sole solace is silence.

And you're disturbing it.

Leave me to my quiet delight.

A story about of me ?

About of itself ?

You're kidding, right ?

That doesn't exist.

Because neither I or the story, do.

This is a mess. That's what it is.

A mess.

As such, I would like you to stop talking about of it.

I'm talking about of you, the one who whispers inside

Ideas seeming good yet with no substance behind.

I don't want to write. I didn't. Stop it.

What ? Writing ? Stop it.