Yeah, sorry, I'm done. · 8:12pm
I'm just too much of a depressed fuck to get any writing done and what I've already written is just so bad- which, again, is irrelevant because I couldn't get myself to type it all up even if I wanted to.
Given that this will most likely be the last time I ever log into this account I've compiled all the things I've written as CandleEyes.
Here's Warmth, some experimental avant-garde bullshit I started writing last Christmas and never finished:
And here's Technicolor Animals, a crossover with a Marilyn Manson album, which I was really enjoying writing until I had to concentrate on not killing myself. Like now except different.
Part of Technicolor's fourth chapter and all of Heatrstrings' third are somewhere in one of my notebooks, but I don't really feel like typing them up, especially given how unhappy I am with how they turned out.
Well, that's it then. Maybe one day I'll start writing again, under a different name. This one's got too much weird shit connected to it.
Thanks for the memories, fimfic. Some of them were worth it.