Hey, let's have a moment. Okay?

Y'know I wouldn't be here for a lot of reasons. I honestly don't even know how I got here in the first place!

What I do know is a handful of things. Life sucks. People come and go... And honestly, that's the fun part of it all. I got a bucket or three of problems. That's fine since moving forward even if there's a storm brewing before me, it's in my blood.

I'm not here for the follows, nor the "dopamine numbers", the stupid CSS gods or their toe worshipping followers... I'm here to make stories. To write what I enjoy and think is fun. Not making cheesey smut or "what I think is an ideal women/man". I'm here because there's people out there who enjoy a decent meal.

All I gotta ask of all 270 and so on of you guys, gals, theys and thems: make sure to rest when you're down, but don't rot when you're down. Try to get 8 hours of sleep. Eat at least twice a day. Take your meds. Go for walks when/if you can. Pick up an old hobby. Curb any additions. Just try to be the best you that you can be. Someone ten years ago wanted to achieve something more, make them happy.

As for me. My road is filled with nails, broken glass and landmines... But I'll endure. I'm here and I'll keep pushing. You can shoot arrows in my back, stab me up with the knives I pulled out of yours... I'll still be here to some degree...-

I was gonna wait until I hit 300 but I've been here for a year already. Well, technically longer if you refer to my old account, Hsama... Wasn't keen on the name since I only made it in hopes to keep people away from me. "It sounds like something a neck beard would be named", well... Some folk liked that name... But I changed. I might still be the moon, constantly chasing after the sun without realizing the sun gives energy to the moon... But I have y'all. My "Moths".

If you made it through the emotional mess that I can barely mentally put together especially with all the stress I'm going through, I'd like to thank you. Everyone one of you. I can't give much besides what these meek hands create. They were lively and wrote with despair, them with confusion followed by love... Now it's just a mess. I'm not here to bleed, I'm still here to continue what I wrote in stone even if someone comes along to break that rock.

Again, thank you all and goodnight. Someone is always moving on the surface. Let's all be that someone.