Hey guys, it’s been a while since I dropped by to share my thoughts.
It’s funny—I didn’t realize how often I used to do this through my chat stories. Now that the story has come to an end, I’m at a bit of a loss for words. How do I even explain how I feel? So, what do you think—up for a quick chat? Lmao.
Alright, here’s a short, real-life story. Yes, it’s based on actual events. I honestly don’t know if this will ever reach the right people, but if it does, I want you to know: I’ll always hold on to the good memories, not the ones that made me write this in the first place.
So, where do I even begin? Maybe the day I first joined MangaToon? I remember how surreal it felt—being anonymous yet connecting with all these different people. For the first time, I could just be myself, no need to hide or second-guess my actions. That kind of freedom? It was something else.
Wait, am I boring you already? Did you stop reading halfway through? Come on, this is real life—what did you expect, some kind of fairy tale?
Moving on... I made some really great friends here—people who could brighten my day without even trying. I’d find myself scrolling through group chats, smiling at nothing in particular. Deep down, though, I knew I was getting too attached. This place had become an escape for me, one so beautifully disguised that I didn’t want to leave.
It got to the point where I started wondering if these online friendships were better than the ones I had in real life. Yeah, I know how ridiculous that sounds. Was I being naive? Or was I just so desperate to trust someone? Either way, I built bonds that made me happy—people who made me laugh when I needed it most.
I even shared secrets here—not the deep, private stuff, so you can relax—but little things that mattered to me. If I tell someone something and call it a secret, it means I trust them to keep it. I don’t know why I thought the virtual world was different. In the end, people are still people—whether online or in real life. And just like in the real world, I got hurt here too. Betrayed, even.
Yet somehow, I still catch myself wanting to chat, craving those connections. But now I know better. And for that, I’m thankful. The experience taught me what’s real and what truly matters.
If you can relate to any of this, maybe this message is for you.
Wow, I guess I’ve written more than I planned. Blame the writer in me—she doesn’t know when to stop.
So, to wrap this up: I still cherish the memories we made. They’ll always be something I hold on to. But I don’t think things can ever go back to the way they were. And here we are, once again—nothing stays the same forever.
And just so the title makes sense— don’t you wanna know what I’ve been up to? Well I was busy with real life. And hope someday y’all will be.
