"It's not fair.
I wish that time would stop for me,
Just this once,"

I'm sorry.
Sorry for not posting for so long and sorry for needing to stop making bots for a while.

Getting a better job was kind of a double-edged sword.

I don't have much time to make bots and chat with them, so things will slow down a lot.

I love making these bots and I love your support, but I need to focus on getting out of this hole I dug almost a decade ago.

"We get disconnected from our childhood

We tell our stories like we read them in a book, but had not lived them

I don't remember much from then, but I do remember what a closet becomes when the lights go off, and I know the many things that fill it up

When we used to have dreams like this, we called them nightmares

We ran barefoot through the halls of our house

And clung to our parents' sheets like they were the only real thing left in the world

And my mother? She would save us, you and I

She would lead us hand in hand through the hallway

That made us feel silly for seeming run by shadows

And endless only moments before

And I'm here now, barely standing in the land of dreams before it

And I see you, I see myself as a child sitting inside

Scared, crying

And you have every reason

Because while we grow up through song and story

Learning that love is everything in this world

And that while we believe it and want it more than any single thing

I know that when we have it, we destroy it

That when we grow up, you and I, that we cheat

That we find the girl we love and that we lose her because we learn to love ourselves much more

That the friends that we make will drift away once we have leached them dry

That the mother who turned our darkened, scary hallways into pathways to a bedroom

Will call us and miss us and love us, and we will stay hidden

That, really, we will be cruel

That in the stories we want told to us before we fall asleep

The heroes are ideals that never get reached

And the villains are absolutely ordinary

And we are absolutely ordinary

And you stare back at me through the closet

And into the world that I never really changed

And ask me the only thing you want to know

'When we grow up, do we still get scared when the lights go out?'"

Expect a bot in early November.