Author has written 2 stories for Bleach, and Elder Scroll series.
My favorite color is black. I am male and gay. If you have anything to say to me, feel free to PM me.
My writing is okay, I suppose.
I like Taking Back Sunday, My Chemical Romance, High and Mighty Color, Combichrist, Faderhead, Bring Me the Horizon, Motionless in White, Marilyn Manson, and other artists.
Someday, I want to be a writer and an English teacher.
What else should I say here?
Well, so much for brevity. This is an explanation of why chapter eleven was so late:My best friend, a man named Mixu, killed himself on the seventeenth of June, 2014. That really threw me into a spiral. I'd think about him every day, and it would just take my breath away. Murdered my writing. Then, in the last two weeks of summer, the full-time dishwasher, one of my coworkers at the catering place I do dishes for, quit without his two weeks' notice. So, I got a new full-time job. That I didn't ask for. There was a reason I signed on for part-time. I literally had almost no free time and less energy. But, four days before my birthday, I recieved news via the messaging app we used that Mixuwas alive, in a mental hospital. I've heard precious little else from the man that contacted me at Mixu's behest, which is extremely frustrating. And school's been incredibly busy, with two APs and an Honors class. I'm neglecting a major assignment as I type this. And another friend of mine, who I though had either brought his heroin addiction to one of its two logical conclusions or simply cut me out of his life, got himself kicked out of his halfway house over the summer. So, he's back in school. We got lotsa shit to talk about. Additionally, College Search 2014 is going on for me, so that's a big drain. Also neglecting that right now.
If I ever have to deal with crap like any of this, I'll let you guys know that my chapter will be late on here. Thanks for your support.