Hey...it's been a while.
I know this is the last thing any of you want to hear from me, but I've moved on from this part of my life.
Being in the creepypasta fandom has been fun and exciting. Writing, drafting, and chatting with all of you made me overjoyed.
I loved immersing myself in all of these lovely stories. I loved writing, creating, and interacting. I loved the idea that I was sinking myself into this whole other world that I only saw in my dreams.
I made this account in July 2015. Five and a half years ago. Although it wasn't always dedicated to creepypasta, it was my peak.
I wrote Touch when I was 14. I'll be 18 in about 4 months. I've grown and changed so much in the past years. In a way, I've grown with all of you.
When I think back and reminisce, it brings such a bittersweet feeling. I only wrote Touch because I was sad and alone.
I poured all of those overwhelming feelings I couldn't wrap my head around into it. Despite this, I was always so happy that so many read it. I was happy so many people could relate to it. Relate to me.
So thank you. For reading. For following. For creating fan art. For simply being here. Thank you.
I don't know any of you personally, and you don't know me, but I appreciate you. And will forever be grateful for my time here.
Touch, Before We Go, all of you...and I will forever remember it fondly.
I will always remember this account.
I will always remember all of you.
Always.