Famous Last Words
Most of you know me for my writing. I'm going to be honest about that. I can write well and I know it. No bragging intended. Here's a little something I wrote over the summer:
2009.04.10
I am a writer, it is what I do. Written comments, compliments, and criticisms are the lifeline of what I do. I have read numerous works of other writers that have earned the feedback that I need and crave for. And though I have had my own fair share of readers' appreciation, it is simply not enough.
Based on what I have read, they are much better and are on a higher level compared to my own--no doubt about that. And I will make it a point to get where they are at. I have to improve my writing style, my genres, my emotion in what I write.
It won't be easy, I know. It'll take time, I know. But this is my dream--this is what I want, where I want to be! I can't just let it slip through my fingers and fly away.
If you look closely, you'll notice that I wrote that around the time I began my G-Ri oneshot marathon last summer. It's probably what motivated me to do so. And it's true that I've gotten part of what I wanted. I earned the respect from you readers, and I've met so many new friends. I love all of you so much, but I have to say that this is where I stop. I'm not stopping because of the inferiority complex that I still have in me. I'm not stopping because of the lack of time I have in my hands. I'm stopping because of an entirely different reason. I can't really say what it is, but I hope you understand by reading this:
I was a fool to fool others
Stupid enough to hide behind a name
I was a fool to think I was happy
With meaningless words and fame
I could say I was truthful
But that would add to my lies
What you see before you
Is merely a clever disguise
I grew proud as this popularity
Took on its graceful flight
That I started to think
And write things I did not want to write
Though I was my complete self
And only the name was wrong
I could not keep it in
I could not at all remain strong
I can't lie any longer
I'm sorry I lied at all
I'm sorry that I leave only this poem
To tell you of my steady fall
I was a fool to fool you,
To receive love under a false name
And I would be a greater fool to not thank you
For releasing me from my shame.
I hope, I really hope, that you understand. Yes, I lied. Yes, I'm not who you think I am. You all praised and loved someone entirely fictional. I'm sorry. That's why I'm putting an end to my lie and leaving. I won't delete my account, but I won't be coming here anymore. I love you all so much. If you hate me for this, I understand. I hate myself well enough. Goodbye everyone, and take care always.
-WHY DEE
2009.04.10
I am a writer, it is what I do. Written comments, compliments, and criticisms are the lifeline of what I do. I have read numerous works of other writers that have earned the feedback that I need and crave for. And though I have had my own fair share of readers' appreciation, it is simply not enough.
Based on what I have read, they are much better and are on a higher level compared to my own--no doubt about that. And I will make it a point to get where they are at. I have to improve my writing style, my genres, my emotion in what I write.
It won't be easy, I know. It'll take time, I know. But this is my dream--this is what I want, where I want to be! I can't just let it slip through my fingers and fly away.
If you look closely, you'll notice that I wrote that around the time I began my G-Ri oneshot marathon last summer. It's probably what motivated me to do so. And it's true that I've gotten part of what I wanted. I earned the respect from you readers, and I've met so many new friends. I love all of you so much, but I have to say that this is where I stop. I'm not stopping because of the inferiority complex that I still have in me. I'm not stopping because of the lack of time I have in my hands. I'm stopping because of an entirely different reason. I can't really say what it is, but I hope you understand by reading this:
I was a fool to fool others
Stupid enough to hide behind a name
I was a fool to think I was happy
With meaningless words and fame
I could say I was truthful
But that would add to my lies
What you see before you
Is merely a clever disguise
I grew proud as this popularity
Took on its graceful flight
That I started to think
And write things I did not want to write
Though I was my complete self
And only the name was wrong
I could not keep it in
I could not at all remain strong
I can't lie any longer
I'm sorry I lied at all
I'm sorry that I leave only this poem
To tell you of my steady fall
I was a fool to fool you,
To receive love under a false name
And I would be a greater fool to not thank you
For releasing me from my shame.
I hope, I really hope, that you understand. Yes, I lied. Yes, I'm not who you think I am. You all praised and loved someone entirely fictional. I'm sorry. That's why I'm putting an end to my lie and leaving. I won't delete my account, but I won't be coming here anymore. I love you all so much. If you hate me for this, I understand. I hate myself well enough. Goodbye everyone, and take care always.
-WHY DEE