And my stories? Where could they have possibly vanished to?

Well, dear "reader", if I even have any at this point, they're gone and they're not coming back.

I just feel as if I have reached a rut in writing that I can't seem to break free of, and that frustrates me as much as it makes me saddened. When I first joined this site, it felt like I had absolutely no time to channel all the creative energies that I experienced; I wanted to write every little insignificant scenario that intrigued me. And now, well over 3 years later, it takes me ages to think of even one possible idea and in those instances, most of those don't survive.

And the writing itself? Absolutely cringe worthy-- even Stephanie Meyer could bang out a more eloquent piece of prose than I could. There was a certain way I have wanted to write, something along the lines of an elusive style whose words were as addicting to absorb as they were blunt and unforgiving to the audience reading them. My works did not have that quality I had desired. Even now, the very small number of fics I have, though their diction has been vastly improved in comparison to my stories in 2006, still don't have the bite I want them to.

I have learned plenty in the course of time I've been here and there's probably more I have yet to discover. I haven't given up writing, per se, but right now, it's extremely doubtful that I will ever find myself at the peak of creativity that I once had. Maybe in the future my stories will make a triumphant return but it definitely won't be anything in the near future. And when they do, I hope to start on a clean slate, a new beginning, and maybe then, I'll find the "success" I was seeking.

tl;dr: My writing sucks, there is no point for you to be here, so go away, kthnxbai.