Dear My Beautiful Readers,

Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you. The things I need to say are endless.

For those who have just found my profile, or have just been out of the loop, I've been dead for a long time now.

I wish I had a good excuse for why there have been no new chapters, no new stories, no updates, among other things; but the only one I can come up with is that I've been thinking.

A lot.

The problem with me is that my mind creates far faster than my hands can, so while my actual stories haven't even begun, my mind is years, maybe even a decade, in the future. This means I can't focus on the stories that I'm currently writing right now, since my mind is focused on the stories that I will write.
My main content is mainly focused on comic books, comic books and comic book movies that I do intend on creating whenever I join the workforce. This means that I feel the subconscious need to make everything the way that I will make it in the future so that I can make good movies, comic books, among other things.

In short, I'm giving myself way too much responsibility.

I'm taking this way too seriously.

And most of all.

I'm not happy with anything that I write.

Every time I write something, I immediately think about how I could do it better. How I can change things. How I can make it tie in better with the overarching plot, the characters, and everything else.

All of this responsibility and stress that I've placed on myself has made it so that writing more of a job, because I want it to be whenever I actually get a job.

I'm only sixteen, and I want these stories to be my future.

My job.

My life.

I can't stress how much these stories mean to me.

I can't stress how high I've set the bar for myself.

I can't stress how torturous for me it is to write something and immediately want to change it!

And what sucks is that you suffer from it!

You read a story that I change months later.

You bond with characters whose personalities I change.

I waste your time reading something that I end up changing.

I'm so sorry.

I bet every writer feels this way at some point. Where they're not happy with anything that they write. Where they feel hopeless and lost and just want to turn back time so they don't waste precious hours of their lives experimenting with their work. I wouldn't really call it Writer's Block; I'd rather call it Writer's Regret.

The main purpose of this letter is to let you all know why I've been so silent. To give you some sort of comfort knowing that I'm still alive and well. Whether I've achieved that goal is completely up to you. I really hope you all can forgive me.

This letter was also to let you know what I plan to do with the channel, which you guys probably won't like.

I'm restarting everything from the ground up.

I know.

I suck.

I hate myself too.

But I have to.

If I don't start from the beginning, then everything will just be uneven and janky to when I finally start editing my already writen stories. By the time you are reading this letter, it may be the only thing on the profile.

Again, I hope you can forgive me.

Thank you for reading, and thank you for staying with me this entire time.

I love you all,
Brandon Lipsky