Pfft, It's All Gone.

Yesterday's subscriptions came to a downright bizarre number: 250. I felt like a 250—a complete fool—myself. The word count kept climbing, but the numbers kept getting worse. Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft. I might as well drop dead. Sob.

Yesterday I got two monthly votes and a tip from Ban Xian. That was the only small comfort, I guess. Sob, sob, sob. Was nobody else reading? Where was everyone's support? Even if you didn't subscribe, a few free recommendation votes would be nice. No clicks, miserable recommendations, my monthly votes got their ass kicked, and the subscriptions made me want to cry. For crying out loud, Sixue really had become someone with nothing left.