Song for Writing: Sable Leathery Wings by Nero's Day at Disneyland

It's been a while.

So the downside of having someone important to you be instrumental in pulling you out of a years-long depressive fugue that was eating away at your will to live is that when that person leaves catastrophically and implies they never want to talk to you again, which is for your own good and their own, you backslide pretty hard. 

So.

I have opened Wattpad recently.

By recently, I mean every day for the last four months, since April, which is when posting got sketchy. I go online, write into a kind of journal I've been keeping, and then turn it off. April was the culmination of (a lot of things, obviously!) a long period where I'd felt that there was little to no upside to continuing to post on here, which I no longer believe is true, because writing for people, even one or two people, is a lot more fun than writing for just yourself. I like the feedback I get here, I like the community, and truthfully it's not a lot of fun to be stuck in your head. Hopefully I'll just swing back to regular posting because I have something like a few hundred chapters of content just sitting on my Drive, unposted. They're not too polished but hopefully they provide some value to someone out there. They've gotten me through a lot of shit.