Over the last six months, I’ve had three people stop talking to me despite having friendships that number in the years. I write things other people aren’t interested in writing, are upsetting, or trigger other people. I’ve been in the center of too much drama and I’ve come to one major conclusion: I am the common denominator.
Selfish sounding, right? It’s all about me, boo hoo, drama queen central. But honestly, looking back at the chain, it’s true. A lot of stuff that’s happened was because I just couldn’t leave well enough alone. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for things I’ve done, things I’ve said, things I haven’t done or said…
I’m tired. I came to Last Resort to write and have fun. I’ve had a blast and I’ve enjoyed the friendships I’ve made here, but as the quote goes, you either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain. Based off of some events from the past month, I don’t feel like I’ve died a hero. This isn’t fun anymore. Sure, the moment of reading what you guys write and drafting a response is great, but all that in between time has left me feeling more like an addict than anything. On top of that, hearing that what I have to contribute isn’t fun for others, the implication that replying to things that I write feels like an obligation for some of you, the diminishing returns of investment…it’s made this clear:
It’s time for me to go. This isn’t healthy for me anymore. I love you all, and I wish you the best. Have fun writing. Write my characters however you want. Hell, maybe you’ll even enjoy the stories with them better.