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.

Unfaltering and Heartrstrings are of course publicly visible.

Here's Warmth, some experimental avant-garde bullshit I started writing last Christmas and never finished:

all four "chapters"

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.

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a weird tumblr blog

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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.