I've gone back to a very old account today. It was under the name of Personification of Insanity. I wrote there years and years ago, back to the time when I was much younger and knew nothing past my daydreams and the worlds I built in my mind.

Naturally, this kind of detachment wasnt healthy in the least.

I've had to stop writing. I taught myself to get up, keep moving and start living in the here and now instead of listening to the whimsy my mind made up.

I finished college. I grew up. I got better. Perhaps I did a little too well, that when time came for me to try and start writing again, I found that I simply didn't know what to do anymore.

So I've been trying.

This first few fics are choppy. Probably segmented. I've been trying to get my muse back for a while now and I have slowly but surely been learning how to write again.

How to put my thoughts into paper.

To the people who have appreciated what I've written, thank you. You don't know how much the support means to me. I cherish each and every review. All the kudos and reads.

Thank you.