i disappeared

and to be perfectly honest i may still be gone, only time can tell what will happen. i wish i could say ive been busy in my absense but i havent been. i just sit and wait my days away. when i left i was scared, scared of responsibility. everyday i woke up and wrote something, usually scrapping it due to my awful lack of talent, but i tried nonetheless. and although i didnt have very many fans or views i still had an editor who i didnt want to let down. and really she was what kept me going, it was all the motivation i needed. but i still hated what i made, and i still do, i cant write what i dont know ya know? and i dont know a whole lot especially about friendship and emotion. im a nihilistic isolationist who spends his days locked away waiting for a reason to live. i dont know where i am right now or if i will ever write again but i feel as though i owe a reason for my long silence. thank you, i guess.