TransponderSnail
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Hey guys! Yes, it’s me. I’m actually writing this myself. I know, crazy. TPS is actually alive. With that, I apologise for the lack of uploads for *check page*… yeah. It’s been a while, basically. But as much as I’d like to say I’m coming back to post, I’m afraid not. Over the past year, my life, as one would expect having been away for copious amounts of time, has changed in ways I never could’ve imagined. I’ve had such ups, and such downs, that writing really has been the last thing on my mind. Furthermore, what was a love for writing, had slowly morphed into an unhealthy coping mechanism in which I could completely absorb myself. And I mean to the point of disassociating with reality in an incredibly fucked-up, and complicated way. So, as you can probably imagine, it’s going to be a little while longer until I pick up the metaphorical pen once more. I’m not going to make promises - of course, I don’t wish to disappoint - but I will (I hope I do) come back to writing sometime in the future. But before I do so, I need to straighten myself out just that little bit more, and figure out what exactly it is I wish to put out there. After all, my stories can’t keep repeating themselves, and I need to reestablish an enjoyment for, and motivation for, bringing you guys what lies in my imagination. Thank you for your support, and most certainly with this here essay, your time :)