To everyone who always wondered what really happened, to some I was able to explain but most of you, I didn't. 

A lot of things happened to me and I had to muster all the courage to actually do this once and for all. 

Honestly, I can't put the stories back anymore because they are completely deleted, for some reasons that are very private. 

But all i can say is that, there was something wrong with me during those times and somewhat were my breakdown points in life. 

I wasn't thinking straight, I couldn't think right and so on and so fourth. 

Then a few months later, I had regained the desire to write, my flesh always craved for it even for those times that I couldn't write well. 

And so I created another account. 

Fearing that things will happen all over again like before. . . You know how I created my second account UrLuvCreator for almost the same intention of leaving for good but then I also ended up admitting? I was scared of that, I was scared of the responsibility and pressure that always arise me every time I get known. 

I made myself private, close friends/readers know I'm Eudene as they become my readers as well on this third account, but we all kept it to ourselves because of this fear of mine. 

But seeing how some of you are still remorseful about losing my stories, I felt it double that of how you feel. 

It was again, my responsibility, my mistake that I honestly wished just never happened, I wished I didn't think impulsively, I wished I didn't waste so much. . 

But I still did. 

And now I am doing it again but this time I want to make sure that I will take a hold of myself even more and not let the past be repeated at the present. 

For all of you who always supported me as an author, you don't know how grateful I am that I feel much appreciation from you. I never felt this much important before and you guys made me feel so special and the least i could do is just stop all this bull and lying. 

Before anything, honestly a lot has already speculated that it was me because some of them actually saw my similarities in writing with this new account of mine but to the most of them, I denied, I lied and kept it. . . and I'm so tired of that, Sorry for doing that to you, sorry for being weak, being vulnerable to my own disturbed mind, for being indecisive at all times and for literally hiding for a while. . . 

But now that these awful things that has happened and are still happening to me in the present, for me at least, made me a bit stronger that I used to be before. . . I'd like to introduce myself as, still, an author. I'm Otornim