Tales of a Fabulous Failure

"I know I'm good for something, I just haven't found it yet"

Read at your own risk, I have fallen down a dark hold...

....Truth be told, I've been in this hole for awhile. I've made myself a nice quaint cottage with a warm fire place and blankets to keep myself cozy from all the cold, mean feelings that creep their way into my skull. There's some nice wooden tables. A couple cats are here too. I made some tea awhile ago and there's also nice cell service!

Ah yes, the perfect little abode for DR to hide away in and complain.

All that aside, if you ignore the warning signs and continue on, I am not responsible for any thoughts that arise due to you experiencing my internal struggles.

I am completely incapable of producing anything generally creative or of merit.

Like I genuinely apologize to the few of you who enjoy the crap I make, bless you guys for putting up with me.

Anyways, I'm not even sure what's the point of writing this besides sort of venting about how much I despise myself.

I'm totally fine you know, just, void of motive or passion or reason. I could continue on talking about the mundanity and futility that has become my life, but at the risk of causing someone else to have an existential crisis, I'll refrain from doing so.

You're welcome.

Having accomplished literally nothing except throwing myself a fabulous pity party, I end this with another apology for my reckless self deprecation and general laziness.

I would promise an upcoming update whether it be for Talk to you Tomorrow, The sequel to The Third War, or even some art, but we all know I won't keep that promise.

Wishing you all the best, Dusk Reese.