You know... after a few years, revisiting your stories feels like it was written by someone else.
Of course, the cringiness will always be there. It will be there and never go out.
There might be a chance that I might continue one of these... but the fire in me has lost its effect.
Really, its nostalgiac how much this website changed my very core. Not by its stories, but by the people who I once called friends. I remember reading the very words that caused a crack in my consciousness.
But what has been done is already done.
Nothing can change it.
I'm now an empty husk that just stays here, in here, forever.
