hi pixies, i hope you‘re all doing fine. actually, this is a very important part of me, i love writing so bad, but unfortunately lately, i found myself being uncomfortable and suffocated by how the writing community works now. yes, it's really on me if how would i take the matters of what happening right now. if i let it affects me or not but personally i want to step away from here, and i'm aware of it. and it drains me seeing how the community change over the past years, i write more controversial story too, i bluntly talk about social issues with careful research, but still this isn't easy for me too, but i'm stepping down from wp—i might comeback or not but i hope, wp community would evolve and change for the better, right now the whole matter was a chaos. and somehow, it worries me. i grow up in wp from reader to writer, i saw how it evolve, from peace to chaotic.
i‘m not writing this to get sympathy, but i‘m writing this because it hurts to see someone's passion dragged down. i love writing. but sometimes the best story has its painful yet beautiful endings. it's bittersweet but full of new hopes and uncertainty. this is isn't a goodbye—just a simple, maybe we will meet as strangers soon or we'll cross each other on the sidewalk, walking with other random strangers.
i‘ll be missing you, pixies. endings are not the end of everything, it's just the beginning of something new.
daghang salamat, pixies. please take care of yourself.
