At long last, I have... Not returned.

It's a little complicated. As much as I enjoy writing, or used to before the thought of doing anything creative had me contemplating suicide, I think I'm gonna just, you know, stop. I'm not good at it, I can see that. I need way more practice, or some fking classes, before I ever know what I'm doing, but that wouldn't really matter, 'cause they can't teach you how to come up with good ideas. I should not feel "exhausted" when trying to write, that means I'm doing something wrong, like, seriously, what the fck? I'm just writing a story, not building a damn house. Anywho, I'm retiring, I guess. Sorry if you were looking forward to things... But I don't see why you would.

The one good idea I thought I had, that one perfect, flawless masterpiece that I thought I had in mind? Garbage. Sht, I thought it was fcking brilliant, but when I considered it more, it's just fcking stupid! Apparently, all I am capable of, is Hollywood-summer-action level trash when it comes to story ideas, especially with the one I actually thought would be, if done correctly, worthy of the front page's feature box, or whatever the hell it is. Since I'm aborting the idea, I might as well tell you what it was but I'm not putting any effort into the gist because it doesn't warrant it to begin with.

The year, 2000-the present day-whatever. One human learns/discovers actual fcking magic because who knows. Sht gets crazy and the magic is abused by other humans who learn it to the point of nearly destroying the world, all the humans die or leave or who gives a sht and the remaining magic goes up like some atom bomb mushroom cloud for who knows why, transforming the rest of the Earth into what, 2,000 years later, becomes Equestria. Now, the motherfcker who discovered this magic and sht survived by being entombed in some magic diamond-whatever. Twilight Sparkle and friends discover the fcker, free him, he wakes up, and tells them some sht about the world before. Even better! The motherfcker, technically being the "inventor" of magic in this world, apparently wrote, like, half the fcking spells known to ponykind, and he's old in his 50s-60s and has a beard, so yes, the fcker is supposed to be Starswirl the fckin' Bearded. Oh my gosh! Starswirl was a human and not a pony or Discord!? Boy, nobody's ever thought of that before! This is where I forget whatever the hell I had planned. Some sht happens, of course, this is summer action level garbage, just to entertain not provoke thought, that sets up the conflict, armageddon, who cares. The dude's gotta do his thang to fix sht, yadda yadda, somehow Twilight is the reincarnation of his daughter who died from Generic Sickness or some crap 2000 years ago. He dies to save the day, shts fix'd I guess, hooray the end.

This is why some say not to chase your dreams, especially if they come from literal dreams that didn't half make sense and could barely be recalled correctly moments after waking up, which doesn't really matter 'cause it only made sense to you while you were asleep. Thanks to some very useful and helpful feedback, it was determined that this was one of those ideas so bad that in some countries you could be put to death for it.

*Censors used as futile attempts at being humorous. I know, I don't think it's funny either.