Apart from the fact I'm confused with life, I'm struggling with depression... still.

Oh, and the fact that I'm in love with my friend (some sort of life choice I did not make).

Yeah, so, I'm currently going through some stuff, like trying to maintain my suicidal tendencies at bay.

To those who're wondering, I had (apparently) broken an unspoken promise of not self harming again.

I can barely see the scars though, but the ones on my thighs are still visible. I'm so sorry guys, the urge is just too much.

On another note, I'm back in the Creepypasta fandom due to reasons. So yeah, I have to bear few minutes at night just remembering scenes from horror stories I've read but it's sort of worth it.

Oh, and I really don't know what to add next for the next chapters. I'm still trying to get the better parts of the plots. 

Sorry for the delays!

I love you all!!!