Hey all. It’s been awhile. I know that I’ve left you all wanting more, and I’ve given out countless false promises but I think it’s time I come to terms with it all.
For some reason, I’ve grown a decently loyal few fans of my works, and I couldn’t be happier with it. It honestly pulls tears thinking about it. But day after day I find myself sinking deeper in depression, anxiety, and overall pain as I grow older. I’ll be an adult in 363 days. And that’s terrifying to me.
To think I wrote my first fanfic when I was maybe 13, in the middle of the COVID crisis and trying to find myself, looking for a job and trying to stay positive in the midst of terror.
Long story short, school is catching up on me, my futile attempt at love has left me once again a hopeless romantic, and the every growing feeling of isolation as I cope with BPD has left me feeling overwhelmed. And I think that it’s time for me to hang up with pen (or keyboard.)
This isn’t a full retirement, but it’s a seybadacle nonetheless. I want to thank you all for the support and love, and for some reason reading the dogshit I pour out. Thank you. Truly.
This is Grungeman, signing off. I’ll see you in the next chapter, folks. ✌️