Yeah. A lot has happened, huh? Been about 4 years. Quick apology to the readers--Homicide was absolute garbage in a molden bread basket, but what can you do. I very much appreciate the friends I made along the way, however.
I should probably explain what happened with the brief character account I have.
Some of you knew of a boy named Luke, and maybe his cousin Zack. They both died around the time I stopped posting. Zack was a few months before Luke. Luke got in a wreck around my birthday and died.. and I found out days later on christmas eve of 2015. I tried to come back from it In late April of 2016. I clearly never did.
Writing, for me, used to be an escape. My style was the darker stuff, the gore and the terror of life. And it seemed everytime I sat down to write, I couldn't breathe properly. I no longer write as an escape because I cannot control my imagination. I have since moved on to hobbies that control my imagination, like sewing and cosplay.
I have gotten better, though. I'm no longer doped on anxiety meds and antidepressants. I've ceased all contact with counseling professionals and programs, because I no longer need it.
In my long 4 years of high school I have learned how to get along in life without Luke. Every now and then I'll see a letter I wrote about him. I keep a 2012 iPad as a memorial of him, where I keep pictures and screenshots of his belongings and our conversations, respectively.
It scares me, really. Knowing he died as a freshman in college, near christmas. And now I'm in his same position.
Regardless, he's taught me better.
I know most of my followers from 4 years ago will probably never see this--hell, my followers has already gone way down. But to those that read this: I believe in you. I don't think life was meant to be easy, but I do think life was meant to he powered through.
