Squeaky_Kittah

This was originally a delicious box of old scrap personal diaries that follow a stranger. Although as the further into the books I became, I had the urge in seeking the rest of it. 

Given this was a time of machines. I had my luck in finding the right souls. A sort of system has scanned, registered and submitted all data into some hidden storage database. 

Apparently 'any alterations were consult with administrator. All data from corresponding subjects was included among the scanned records, sometimes blended into the narrative. Makes for easier storage and reading flow.' I wasn't the only one who fell into the reading then. 

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Real Author (Kittah): 

This story is not a typical female lead novel, not a lot of romance but coping in a post apocalypse. Which I don't get why female lead novels have to have a element of romance. It starts out as a diary should but further on, things change. The world around was the one we know of now but this story is later set in the unknown future. At times it can feel like I am trying to write a horror novel, but that's not what it is. This really is just a bumpy journey of a female character. 

I must rewrite my disclaimer which is the author note of chapter one. This seems like it relevant to today with the global pandemic. However the inspiration is my personal experience during the swine flu outbreak in the UK around 2012 or 2013. The majority of this story is prewritten but I have been changing it since putting it online. 

And, yes story does spill over into the author notes. You will understand in the later chapters. It's a writer's choose.

May the odds be in your favor.

Dairies of a lost soul; Beyond Boundaries.

I can't believe I found this book from university. I have done so much since last writing in this one. I had assumed I lost this one and just bought a new one to write in. Eight books later and I find this one. What terrible time I was having back then.


In the interevning time I lost this book, a lot of good news happened. I did make genuine freinds with folks I met in primary school, ran into them in a pub party when celebrating the finish of a new community garden in my area. 


I have moved and rented that flat block since, the one I bought as stated in this book. Everyone there are really lovely people whom have the most amazing Christmas partys. 


I was surprised with myself when I started dating again. It took some encouragement from my mental health group that I was willing to. 


I am now house sharing (well I bought the place and its my name on the land deed) with my loving girlfriend. We both had a terrible time with men and found other things we shared in common. Now we wanted this larger house to adopt or foster. 


She had a worse time with losing her lovers to tragic incidents. Fostering is going to help her recover out of the void. Make right of what was lost but not forgotten. 


It's been ages since I have rambled to myself like this. I guess I was doing something right back when I would stuff book after book of this sort of thing. Its like talking to her, but lacking her calm expression or occasion joke. 


I have a art business, its only slightly staying afloat. I have been earning more from doing up empty shop shells then I do saling my art in person. Its sort of the same thing for online sales. I am even recycling in my art sculptures, using reclaimed wood or tins. So my margins of loss is the building repair expenses and professional hires. Its not going to last long given the economic downturns. My profit each sale of units is getting smaller. 


Things always work out. We will be fine.


16 May xxxxx