I don't know how many times I've had to type letters like this, and for that I am deeply sorry. I may have meantioned this in a previous note, but Becca and I have changed drastically since this little story has been written.

First off, we look dramatically different. We've matured and grown up, and our looks definitely show it. The looks are one of the least important things, but still.

Second, we still act much the same but we've also changed in the personality department as well as looks. We still joke around and such like we used to, but because we don't see eachother very often (since Halloween we've only seen eachother I believe once or twice), so things are a little awkward between us. Also, my moods change quite often and I can become very moody and serious, or very energetic. That makes writing difficult.

Third, we don't have the same interests as we once did. Blood on the Dance Floor and brightly colored "scene" clothes no longer appeal to me, I'm afraid to say I've turned a little more girly and such. It's hard to write about something you no longer are interested in, which makes the motivation to continue this story almost invisible.

There are many reasons for the lack of updates, but I think you get the jist of it. It physically hurts me to read this, the grammar errors are horrible and hurt my eyes. I'm not going to be deleting this story, but I can't promise any updates unless Becca gets ahold of me with a new chapter. I am so sorry for all those who like this story and would wish for it to continue, but I can't find the motivation to write, it's hard enough to find enough to keep me alive.

I love you all, and maybe when I fall out of this deep hole of despair I've seemed to get myself stuck into, updates may start happening again. Again, I am so sorry and please do not hate me or Rebecca for this.