Dear Diary: I Have A Future Now

Dear Diary,

The candle whispers low tonight, shadows soft as a hand on the shoulder. Just us, Diary—no doubts, no ghosts.

Four years knocking on doors that slammed shut, and then... them. They opened the gate, no tricks, no shadows—just enough faith to let me in, and I walked through, heart pounding but head high.

Today I successfully completed the probation and training stage of my work. I brought to life over 20.000 words, which is the double they required from me.

"We're lucky we found you," they said, and I breathe it in like air I forgot I needed. "I'm grateful for the chance," I replied, and it tastes true, enough, mine. No more chasing; this is the hand that fits, the work that hums with my fire.

I don't care much about the tough schedule of waking up at 3 am. I could say I am almost fine with it. Besides... they unlocked a benefit I was craving for so long: enough private time to make erotic art, which has improved my mood greatly. And even if I'm not in the mood for NSFW art, I can still create without interruptions... and that is priceless.

I think I am slowly entering in my best stage of life. I will be stable and for the first time... I can say I have a future and stability. No more begging to anyone. No more disgusting art commissions. No more having to tolerate fuckers who manipulate you using money to do their sick bidding.

I am finally free.

The flame holds. Doors like this... they lead without locking.

El Jaquio