It's 4:21AM in my country and I just finished writing the last chapter of Suicide Love Letters (will post update as soon as I wake up later.) Aside from the strong feeling of anxiousness, I somehow felt sad for my own book.

Writing it for over a year and having amazing people to read it; receiving good comments and constructive criticisms, it gave me hope to finish what I have started and actually learned to like my own masterpiece even if I'm full of insecurities with my writing. (English is never my first language so I am too conscious.) So, as I write the last chapter, I am clueless of how to end it with something powerful, and how to finish it with having readers crave for more. I enjoyed writing this piece and was NEVER sure if the world would accept my plot. And yet, as I go on, I found inspiration with the readers I have and the help of every writers' community.

Suicide Love Letters is raw and unedited, and I can only hope to be able to edit it while writing the next part. And I know this blog is becoming my dramatic diary but I'm just writing this to send my deepest thanks to my readers, though not all of them may read this;

My SLL journey would be so boring without you. Thank you, because though you may never know it, each pages you turn is another drop of inspiration added in my bottle of hope. Every one who took their time to check the chapter of my book, even if they did not continue on reading, is something I will forever be grateful of.

I can only pray that they will like the last chapter of it, because if I can only tag my readers to dedicate each pages added in the book, I will.

— Fortress.