Greetings to those of you who have read any of my works. Specifically, A Look At My Story. I just wanted to notify you all that I most likely will not be updating anything major for a while. What I am writing is...difficult to speak of. At least for me. And you may be asking "Well why are you writing it?" Or "Why do you publish stuff like this in the first place?"
To which I respond:
For an odd reason, I hate to say that writing is therapeutic for me. And I want to share stories that I hold tightly. The stories I have shared thus far have been...buried. They only possess a rough edge, laced with dark humor. What I am currently writing, however...I clutch tightly to my chest to the point of strangling. Its jagged edge pierces my skin. A story, a memory, thats flames lash at me, and are embedded with dark, demented ash. In short...I cannot complete a story that has yet to end.
