Hello! If you're reading this, I'm very thankful. But I am afraid that I have bad news... This story is terminated. Probably never to return... Mainly due to circumstances so far out of my control that they aren't even funny anymore. Which is a damn shame. I had so many ideas that I was so excited to share and now I'm just having to throw it all away. Like none of it meant a damn thing. But that's life. And it's not like I can feasibly continue this story anyways... And even if I did it would not be anywhere near the quality (shitty as it was) that it is now. And to me, publishing a shitty story that you can't pour your heart into is a horrid thing to do. And I'd rather not publish anything, at all, ever, than be relegated to just half assing my own projects that I complete on my own damn time just because of some shitty excuses.

So yeah. It was really fun while it lasted, but it's coming an abrupt end that's got me really pissed off at life. Because this story was a really fun thing to write, and I put a lot of myself into it... I put everything I could really give into this story, to be quite honest. And I know it wasn't a whole lot to give, but it was literally all I had to give. But... yeah-no. I'm not even going to say something sappy like "all good things must come to an end, and it was a joy to have made it this far teehee!" Because it fucking wasn't. I don't want this to end. But I'm having to cancel my own fucking passion project and it's like I'm ripping my own damn heart out. Which is probably a silly thing to say. But the fact of the matter is that I am severely chronically ill. And I don't really know if I've got a long time to be here.

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So, I started to write as a coping mechanism, just a fun way to pour my heart out in a constructive way. And it worked, it worked for a while too- not as long as I would have liked to have lasted though. I can no longer write and now I'm just alone, and without any form of comfort. But that's enough bitching and moaning on my part about things that I cannot control, even if I really, really want to control them.

As I said earlier, if you're reading this. I am so very thankful that you did. I've wanted nothing more than finally share all of my thoughts on a readable medium, just like the authors I've idolized since I learned how to read. That's all I ever wanted really. It was just to share my thoughts and feelings... But now I'm nearing the minimum word count to publish a chapter... Well fuck fuck fuck. There we go, over 500 words now.

And now I'm crying like a little bitch...