it's very funny that I even keep up with this book, y'know.
you guys have seen me disappear for months with new stories. I am no different in real life.
and I've been so terrible at updating all my other works
I think in general I just want to be known. I hope that maybe someone out there finds comfort in my words,
finds comfort in knowing that a stranger far far away can understand how you feel. even if just a little.
public proof that I existed. and that I have tales to tell. and that I'll be much more than a statistic
it always bothered me to be alone. I wish I could explain why on that one. but I think I'm okay with letting a bunch of random people know that I'm currently here
even if we'll never talk. you look at these and you leave.
it's much easier to be vulnerable to people you'll never meet than your closest friends. and I'm sorry you had to find out like this.
I am a loveable, honest person. it just takes time. please give me time
