Remember When Life Wasn't a Thing? Me Neither. · 6:23am Oct 22nd, 2015
So...
I don't want to go into detail about my personal life. I write smut; I like to keep that and my IRL identity separate.
But when real, non-smut life affects things such as; how much time I have to write, my access to things like the Internet and electronics, and whether or not I actually have the emotional energy to do anything but sit around, gaze at the beige-painted walls of my house, and sigh deeply, wondering just when exactly my life went so wrong...
...Well, I feel I should at the least notify you that, like always, I won't be able to update for a while.
Let me provide some context.
You see, although, I assure you, I am of the legal age to read and write pornography, I am young.
Very young.
As in, 'I still live with my parents' young.
However, that will be changing.
You see, my parents are going through a process colloquially known as 'divorce'.
This provides a very poor, patchwork explanation that I am currently attempting to spread over the last several weeks, during which time you've heard nothing from me. I'm failing; you can see a corner over there. 'What corner?' I ask. You point. 'Oh, that? That's nothing. Ignore that. There's nothing behind this excuse!'
Threadbare and flimsy as it is, I am sticking with it. My family is splitting apart at the seams. One parent is becoming increasingly hostile and unstable while the other is sinking into a deep depression, and I fear I'm following them down.
As things stand, matters will have come to a head within a week, perhaps ten to eleven days. Moves are being planned - figurative moves, like those made on a chessboard, and literal moves, like those made by people seeking a new place to stay, holding their belongings and bearing wistful, uncertain expressions. Where will they go? What will become of them? They do not know. They are scared.
...I am scared.
Whether for good or ill, things will be over soon. I will have been placed in a new situation, hopefully one less emotionally straining, and I'll have more time to write, to relax, and to just live in general.
So keep your eyes peeled, followers. But not too peeled. Maybe one-third, or, if you're particularly daring, halfway peeled. You'll hear from me before I do anything more, whether it's 'In Which' related or something else.
Until next time, dear readers...
Good night, Fimfic Vale.
...goodnight.
杀我.
Man, sorry kiddo. Take care of yourself best you can. Make use of your school's counseling staff, a teacher you trust, or your friends if you need help or just need to talk. Hell, pm me if you wanna I'll give you what shreds of wisdom 40 years of not dying has pounded into my skull. Just remember, this too shall pass. And there are folks out there that actually give a shit. Take care.
Sorry, couldn't ignore that.
And sorry that you have to be in the middle of this, or off to the sidelines, whatever your role may be in it. I hope that everything goes alright, and we'll see you when we see you. Bonne nuit
Hang in there.
take care of yourself dude, this is some heavy stuff to deal with. i hope you can get out of this ok
>and sigh deeply, wondering just when exactly my life went so wrong...
when you were born in a world ruled by a corporate power structure.....
and to fix the marriage
(assuming they would still be able to satisfy eachother's needs that is.....)