My nights of relapse get worse by the day, don't worry. I'm fine. Its just what I wish I had done in my time is what hurts me. I might write a little diary story about myself, or something like that. Sorry I never actively publish chapters. We're always drowned in our thoughts of the past. I guess, we've been stuck in the past for a long time, but we can't change that. No one will ever find this message, maybe my older self will. Maybe someone will. Whoever is reading this, if you're struggling, if you're hurt, I, I mean, we, are not alone. Good luck to you and your life. I might not ever come back onto this again. Its not the same anymore, its abandoned.