What am I? Everything and nothing, my friends, for what exactly do I stand for or even breathe for, I truly have no idea. So I write. And I write. No real fabulous reason to, but its like writing a reality well different from the real.
I think I should get this out of the way first because I am horrible at continuing stories and finishing them, so if I were to be able to finish something, the ending would probably be rushed and absolute crap. And if you see random new stories with beginnings pop up randomly, I've gotten a new idea that I needed to write down before I lost again.
If you want me to continue a story, then message me and I will. Otherwise I will just update one or another at my own speed and who knows when that will be.
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