Me, myself and the public

A Grim Announcement...

I myself, as you've noticed, is black case author. I don't pay for showcasing my work, and I've been having great success. But now it's time for me to pay up.
My limit, without pay is 15 items. I have around twenty. Twenty beautiful items which I have to toy with and decide which is to be sent to the slaughter house.
I've always loved stories.com, and even more so as it was one of the few in which I felt able to write freely, without any reprucussions. The fact remains is that I'm just a kid, I can't afford to pay for an upgraded membership, and my father doesn't understand my angst, and just tells me to just do one story in, one story out. I'm a poet, I hardly EVER do stories. And I don't plan to destroy all my work. My safest bet is to just use this beloved diary, for showcasing my work, and watch my 'popularity' squander. So, this could be the beggining of the end, and it couldn't have come at a worser time.
My new poem-whatever it is-will come in the next entry next week.
Goodbye,
Serial Angelxxx