I haven't. Not one bit. I think about writing every day. I think about you guys. I want to write. I have to. For you. I promised. I can't break a promise.

But. It's hard. Being me. Trying to find time to write when you're not a complete emotional wreck.

But maybe that's the best time to write. When you're a complete emotional wreck.

I just turned 16 yesterday. No, I didn't have a nice birthday and I don't want to talk about it.

Finals start tomorrow. Maybe I'll get writing when all this is over. Who knows.

I'm going through a fuckton right now and I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry.

I love you all. I wonder how many of you are actually reading this now though.

I'm trying to write. I'm trying. For you. For myself.

But again. It's hard. I'm not asking for sympathy or anything. I just.

I'm frustrated with myself.

I can write. At least, I think I can. Others think I can.

I just can't find myself to sit down and write. I'll sit down. I'll think. I'll not want to write.

It's fucking horrible and I hate it.

And I ask of you now.

No.

Beg.

Please.

Someone help me.

Someone help me with finding the time to write.

Because I want to.

But I write.

I hate everything that I type.

I delete it.

I get frustrated.

I go to sleep.

It's a vicious cycle.

Stay fucking golden.

Yes.

I remember that phrase.

It's been a long time...