So. Hi. As most of you know, life has been hating me. But I'm going to push through. To the end of the universe and back. Endure and survive. I'm going to work on more writing, mostly focusing on a short story and the Plague Survivors. I took it off because I'm going to revise it, plan out an actual plot you know? I'm done going with the flow. It's only brung me pain. But whatever. It's night where I am so good night guys. Let's see if I can get someone off my mind... to them, I hate that I'm so affected by you, when you probably don't like me anymore. If you ever did. But I'm sorry for what I did, and I want to move on... I just can't... I don't want to feel the pain anymore... I feel as if I'll never be as happy as I was with you ever again. It kills me. And it kills me to know that however much I miss you, it kills me to think that the best thing I could do for you... was leave.
