I Am a Pitiful Excuse for an Anything.

I want to start by apologizing.

And I mean it, I am really, really sorry. To every follower I have, to every person who favorited one of my stories, to anyone who reads this. And maybe I'm overreacting, and maybe you all are like "Who is this guy, and what's he so sorry about?" And, maybe, there are others of you, who are reading this, thinking, "You sleazebag, how dare you even come here?"

What did I do, you ask. Well I'll tell you. I wrote. That's how it started. I wrote a little and then, vanished, leaving behind the crying orphan of an abandoned story. And again, maybe I'm overreacting and no one really cared anyway, and my story has just sat here, whimpering. Alone.

Or maybe, I left behind something that people were looking forward to, and never delivering. I know from personal experience the joy of having an update on a wonderful story, and it almost brings me to tears thinking of all the fans waiting, waiting for a little star notification that will never come.

I'm probably being presumptuous. "Wonderful story"? "Fans"? Dude, I don't even have a girlfriend. Nobody even noticed I was gone, and if they did, it was probably to... Well, I can't finish that, because I don't know.

But here it is. I am sorry. I'm sorry for leaving the story unfinished, and leaving people hanging. I will try to update, but I make no promises, as I learned my lesson.

Blood, Sex, and Tears.
Have a nice day!