Welcome to my abandoned profile. After a one year hiatus, I've come to a conclusion on what I'd like to do with my life. I now reside with the name cephalifox. Look me up if you care.

     Let's cut to the chase. In this short span of time, I've changed a lot. Became less annoying, more in tune to social  situations, became self-aware.

     I was a total weeaboo freak. I honestly wanted to be Japanese and would do anything to become that, from learning the language to cutting bangs. I had no personal hygiene and there was enough grease to fry an egg on said unwashed bangs. I was going through a lot of trouble, internally and externally, and this is why I made this prophile. To cope.

     I'm pretty sure you noticed Elisa's Mary Sue tendencies. That's because she was a blatant self-insert. Heck, Elisa is the name my parents almost gave me at birth. She was almost a form of therapy for me. Scratch that, she WAS a form of therapy for me. 

     I would look around and see everyone sitting with their friends, then look back to myself and feel disappointed. I wanted to be a kick-ass star warrior with bat wings and adventure at every turn. I dreamed of having training sessions with Meta Knight and going to the ice cream stand with Kirby afterwards. But most of all, I wanted to be something special.

     Amarin Star was nothing but a blissful fantasy.

     I look back at my past presence and cringe with embarrassment, but I'm pushing past it. It's time to move on. To those in the same place as I was, let me tell you: it gets better. 

     I'm leaving the story up for anyone who is going through the same struggles as I did. I'm leaving it up for those who need a break. I'm leaving it up for those who are depressed, lonely, and feel disgusted when they look in the mirror. Read it and feel better, and use it as an escape.
  
    Goodbye for the last time.
     Strawbunny