My time's running out and all that jazz · 6:05am Jan 31st, 2023
I won't bother you with too many details of my situation, because I'm not out to garner sympathy or anything like that. I just don't like going back on my word, and doing so should require a decent excuse. Which is to say that: if I want to have a better chance of actually writing anything while I'm able, I'm going to focus on the stories that motivate me the most, so I'll hopefully finish them, instead of others that I had planned to work on. And right now that's Tangled Up In Purple, and a new story that I'm going to start working on.
I haven't seen a doctor to confirm anything, mind you, but I've been keeping track of the symptoms for years, as they became worse and more numerous, and a recent, very painful development has convinced me that my decades of depression, poor diet, lack of exercise, spending all day sitting in a bad chair, and recent stresses have led my health where I figured it would go. But even if I'm wrong, both of my guardians have had multiple heart attacks now, and one has had at least one stroke. They're both on Death's doorstep, and any stability I have as a dependent pretty much relies on both being alive. For reasons I won't go into, I don't have much in the way of family options, in terms of a new guardianship, so either I'll end up homeless or a ward of the state, and I have no confidence in the latter.
Beyond having nothing better to do with my life than writing subpar fan-fiction? I was thinking of starting a group here that won't be used, serving a purpose that will make sense if you've read this. I'm also going to try and save a few hundred bucks for something I want to do on Youtube. Which will likely also go nowhere, but whatever.
Speaking of money, please refrain from sending any if it's inspired by this blog. (In fact, why trust some stranger on the Internet, right?) Only donate if you honestly, genuinely enjoyed something I wrote in a story. And even in that unlikely event, please don't go crazy with the amount.
I'll admit that I was incredibly annoyed by your antics over the years at the old hangouts (you know the ones). All the same, I wouldn't wish what you and your guardians are going through on anyone.
Be irritated at my empathy if you must, but let me say this all the same: I'm sorry, Tempest.
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Sorry for what? It's just life. Considering how epically I failed at it, it's a relief that I won't have to endure decades more of it.
To be honest, my brain has turned into mush and I barely remember anything I've done in the past. Probably means early dementia is in my future, if I live that long. Best chance is that a name is familiar, but it's dicey if any notable details are attached to it.
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Whether it's just life or not, it doesn't mean I can't empathize in some way; I don't like seeing bad things happen to other people, plain and simple. Putting feelings into words isn't something I'm good at, so that's the best you're getting from me.
life's just a big comedy story. you either laughed at it or broke by it.