I have, unfortunately, lost any and all interest in writing at the moment.

The possibility of me returning to infect the world with my ShikaTema oneshots and chapters of "Wedding" are very slim. Never mind the fact that there were chapters for Wedding, and over ten ShikaTema oneshots completed. I'll even ignore the ShikaTema chaptered fic I was writing.

Life manages to screw with people, and it screwed with me.

A teacher of mine once said, "Never love fully."

I never truly believed I would have ever wanted to take advice from him as I do now.

I wish something could give me the strength to burry my heart a little deeper, but I can't do that. I can't stop the way I feel or the way life takes its course. I can only sit here and allow myself to flow down the river because as much as I love to swim, I'm not yet ready to challenge the current.

Besides, I want nothing more than to be taken down.

This isn't a satisfactory Authors Note, but it's the only thing I could do to explain. Trust me when I say I am not a firm believer in happy endings, but that doesn't erase the fact that as much as it's the happy moments that count, any ending hurts. And such an ending as a bad one really does amount to so much more, because the happy moments amount to nothing beside that one moment where you truly feel like shit. Where there is nothing in the world that can make you feel better because the one thing that could is gone.

I write about love because I believe in it. I write about it because I want to experience it.

I've stopped writing about it because it hurts too much now that I know what it really is.