Hey guys, it's been a really long while! I literally never update on this account or even use it anymore, and I'm really sorry about that... I've made some great friends on here. It's hard for me to talk to people online (that I don't know irl) now, because I've recently been diagnosed with OCD and anxiety. I'm not trying to give you guys my sob story, but I just wanna explain myself. I'm sorry for dodging your messages and not answering comments. Truth is, I haven't logged into this account for months, let alone actually done anything on it. I'm sorry. I really am. But I can't message you guys anymore. It has nothing to do with you, I swear, but my OCD is itching at me now even as I write this. I just want you guys to know: you're the best! I wrote this story when I was under 13, and it literally is STILL getting likes and views and comments!! It's #109 on the tag #swordartonline! I still get notifications of people hating me for the last chapter (which is understandable - that was kinda a dick move :) ) but you guys have no idea how much this means to me! I miss the nights I used to lie in bed until two in the morning reading 50 chapter fanfics all in one sitting. For a long while, I wished I could relive those nights. But I'm happy now. I just got a car, I'm working on a movie with some very talented friends, and I'm taking all art classes next semester. It's all thanks to you. I have no idea what my life would've been without this story - without all of you - but I can guarantee that it wouldn't have turned out so well. Thank you all, so, so much. You've changed my fate drastically, all by reading this shitty, needs-editing-and-some-serious-revision book. Thank you. I will probably log out of this account tomorrow, and as far as I know, that'll be the end of it. I know most of you are begging me for updates on my other books and changed endings and new beginnings, but it isn't up to me to give anymore. It's up to you. Any of you are welcome to take the storyline of any of my books and finish them as you please. I don't want my legacy to die with me. I want it to live on, even if it lives as a cheesy 70's movie cliché.
But really, thank you so much for what you've made of my life. And, by some stroke of luck or talent or some help by the thing out there that's bigger than any of us, if I ever get my name published in real, physical print someday, I will never forget any of you. I'm sorry I have to leave, but thank you for all that you've done.
It will never be forgotten.
