I can't write anymore. It's all just jumbled messes now. I used to stay up till exactly 2 in the morning and then all of a sudden chapter after detailed chapter typed up on my laptop. I don't get it. How did I do that? I wanna do it again but I dont want the pain that comes with it. When I wrote it was an excape into a mystical world where no one could hurt me. Away from the horrible reality that was my life. But now its gotten so much better, I have someone that loves me and doesn't have me feeling like shit all the time. So I have no reason to write my way out of this world and into another. to be continued....