Project K4-712

And here I hereby say...

Hey there,

Morning, afternoon, evening, or wherever the fuck you are. It's your one and only, bitch ass KD.

So, this has got to be the most fucked-up update I've ever released – definitely not in sync with the masterpieces you're used to from me.

I've been spinning a web of lies, folks, and I'm feeling like one of the greatest jerks for keeping you all hanging while I struggle to drag my lazy behind out of bed every morning. 

I sit there, gaze into the abyss (or whatever the heck is in front of me), and accomplish precisely squat. 

All the while, you guys are twiddling your thumbs, enduring the longest waiting game in the history of ever.

Let's face it, I'm not thrilled with myself about this.

Would be better if I put it as: making grand promises only to be left out in the rain, waiting for a ship that sailed off without a care in the world.

For that, I'm sincerely sorry.

I know, I know, this simple letter is a real page-turner for all of you.

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Oh, I can sense the waves of disappointment crashing in, maybe a sprinkle of mad vibes or whatever other feelings are floating around.

But hey, bring it on, folks! I'm ready to soak up all those emotions with my entire existence.

Sure, I've got a laundry list of faults and mistakes – they're making a grand comeback, and they're not getting any VIP treatment, no sirree. No negative expressions, no drama, just my charming self accepting them with open arms.

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Well, I'm sitting here feeling like the epitome of a lousy writer (and I say this as someone who's all about those fanfics), leaving my readers high and dry, dangling off a cliff, all because of my shoddy work.

So, here I am, wanting to make amends, folks.

Now, I might not be the speediest at making changes, but hey, I'm ready to take that tortoise-paced journey if it means things will get better. Not just for me, mind you, but for all you patient souls who stuck around, probably with dwindling hope of ever seeing my stuff again.