Dear all,

Me-from-the-past was a horrible writer. I apologize for the cringey-ness of my story in advance.

I would like to thank everyone who supported me and my story. It has been such a great pleasure in reading all of your comments. I honestly can't tell you how many days I just sat, wondering what to reply to you, my dearest readers. I am awestruck by your overwhelming support and I hope you shall continue to do so in the future.

For the time being, I'll be re-writing my stories - preferably with a cohesive plot and better writing. You all deserve so much better.

Also, you all deserve an explanation as to why I haven't updated in more than two years: I was too busy, and my life wasn't exactly the greatest. However, I will will not complain about how horrible it was, because there are people suffering with crises greater than mine. My explanation will not be the greatest, and I am so sorry. It was heartbreaking to see all the please update comments, knowing that I just couldn't summon the will to pick up my pen and start writing.

So, what happened: I was - still am - a critical juncture of my life. Something that will allow me to pave my way to my career or forever ruin my chances of doing something I love.

I want to be a research scientist, with a doctorate in biochemistry.

In 2016, I was struggling to keep my grades the way they always had been, but they were good. I had put in so much hard work and dedication and a supportive environment that helped me do well. Still, it was difficult, and all I could write were short stories that were not up to the mark.

Last year, however, I lost the will to do anything. There were just too many changes in my life that left me drowning, and i almost let the currents pull me down and let myself drift aimlessly until my parents got concerned and had a talk. By then, my grades had dropped to lows that I hadn't gotten to in years, back when I was an idiot, and it seemed almost hopeless to get them back up.

So I studied. I studied so hard that my parents were almost concerned again, but in the end was worth it. My grades came back up again, but I was still alone. I had no true friends in my new class, and there were some who openly disliked me simply because I shifted from a higher curriculum because of reasons.

That is, until I met the boy who would in the future become my best friend.

He was painfully shy, but since be both were neck-to-neck in Mathematics (He was only in that one class of mine, until he had to shift in Chemistry) our competitive selves struggled to outdo the other.

We eventually became friends, and slowly, best friends. He's the one who gave me my inspiration to write back, which is why I'm writing this.

(By the way, I totally beat him in Mathematics and Chemistry - when we both didn't get 100%, he's only gotten higher than me twice and I've gotten more than him six times)

I hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me. I promise I will return, it may be tomorrow, the next week or even the next year; but I promise I haven't abandoned any of my stories. I will come back when I'm satisfied with the changes in plot and writing, this is my solemn vow.

Starlit Night