My brother's death has been too heavy for me to do anything else but move on with my life. This whole story writing was something I did on the side for fun and to relax but I can't relax. Not anymore, not to mention I lost the motivation to do anything. So this may be goodbye for good.
By the time I am writing this, I have lost my older brother. I might just give up writing as well he was my motivation He was the one who told me I could do anything I wanted and to not let these dark thoughts weigh me down. But now he's gone I don't expect anyone to rely on this but any prayers, or words of comfort are welcome.
so I have no idea how to continue this story as I just copied this from a paper in middle school about life after death minus the ponies and anthor. so fuck, I am sorry as shit the school year has just been up my ass, credit recovery and having to focus on more work it is just alot to do while wanting to write stories here. Again sorry I wrote type this as a one off but should it be that way?
So new is that I no longer have a computer but I am writing this on my phone. This will include the continuation of the right man hand of death. Hope you all missed me but I know that is not true