I don't normally post on here, and I have been sort of inactive over the years posting wise, but I need to let y'all know about something that happened, specifically those who followed for 30 Letters, a story I wrote when I was depressed, I was being taken advantage of and I thought that was all I am. I was 14. Today I turned 22, and someone touched my back and I didn't flinch and I didn't cry. And I'm telling you this because I want to write again and I hope that you stick along as I try and get back into writing possibly a happier story this time around. I think we would all enjoy a better ending.