You probably already guessed it by now, but I figured I should put it into words to make it final.

This post has been a long time in coming. I finally mustered up the courage to post this yesterday, actually, but I didn't think anyone would take me seriously. I know my updates have been terrible. It's been almost a year since the last Memories update. My presence on my blog is almost non-existent these days, I don't hit up the forums and engage with the community like I used to, and my personal life is plagued on a day-to-day basis with the constant struggle against depression. I just don't have it in me to write these days. It's hard enough just mustering up the effort to get out of bed and go to work so I don't starve to death, homeless. Given these challenges, I think it's only fair to admit that I will never finish leading all of you on about the next update to Memories of a Phoenix— which is very much not cancelled and is only on semi-hiatus while I get my shit sorted. Like I've always said, I will finish it.

Also, there's a very large man in a red jacket and black boots behind me who's helpfully offering to give me a Prince Albert with his saber if I don't.

I can feel his breath on the back of my neck. Please help me.