Hello to all,

Let me start by saying that this note is only a temporary one. I'll be deleting it after I get things settled.

With that being said, there are many things that I felt needed to be addressed and explained. And, I guess this is me being real with you guys, raw, instead of just carrying on with no hint as to what the hell happened...

First and foremost, what is probably troubling all of you the most, my extended absence from this story...

I'm evil. I know this. Seriously, what kind of author just up and leaves after dropping such an enormous cliffhanger, right?

Of course, this was nowhere in my original plan.

I had so many different plot ideas that I wanted to incorporate, so many little things that I would jot down on sticky notes in my free time. I'd be so many more chapters in if things had gone the way I expected.

But, as i'm sure some of you probably know, when devastation strikes, it really doesn't consider timing and little insignificant things like my aspirations for online writing...

Without getting too personal, my father, who I am extremely close with, was recently diagnosed with a very rare and tremendously scary health condition. In addition, this has, and probably will continue to entail so many stressful things for my family and I.

Countless surgeries, doctors visits, etc...Our lives have been more than changed.

Dwelling in such a dark, melancholic state for the past couple of months, i've quite literally become lost.

With work, as well as college taking up alot of my time, my interests have slowly begun to fade away.

I'm not going to lie to you guys. From the last time i posted (not exactly sure when.. Sometime in August?) to like November and a couple of days in December, I've sat in front of this same laptop, typed out almost 2,000 words each time and then deleted all of it. Writer's block: the pesky little thing that comes to one when their minds are 100 percent elsewhere. I've never had it this bad and to be honest, it's been scaring the crap out of me. I've never been so critical of myself.

In turn, this has led me to think about a lot things in my life, especially during these past couple of weeks. And here's what I've decided...

First, I want to make sure that everyone is assured of the fact that this story will NOT be deleted or discontinued. I've put so much work into it thus far, and plan to put in so much more. Nor will it be fair to any of you who I've left waiting for soooo freaking long (my sincerest apologies are still not enough to encompass how guilty I truly feel).

Instead, I've realized that in order to completely regain the focus required in continuing to write these chapters, I need to go back to the very beginning. (Learning about America's period of Reconstruction in my History class has sort of influenced my decisions).

As delusional as it may sound, I feel as though my page needs a bit of reconstructing of its own.

When I first started Fan fiction, I was young. At fifteen years old, I was so in love with Glee and so completely ecstatic at the fact that I had discovered a way to take the characters that I admire so much and portray them with the help of my own imagination. More so, it was a way for me to process the loss of Cory, and to keep the memory of Finn alive in my head.

Never in a million years did I think that it would influence my career choices.

In graduating from high school and taking on college as an English major, I feel as though i'm someone completely different from the girl that I was when I started this whole journey. My knowledge has branched further out, I've been acquainted with more literary works and concepts, my vocabulary has slowly, but surely expanded. Disclaimer: In no way am I stating that I am perfect at anything. In fact, it's the complete opposite.

I'm recognizing the fact that I've grown a little more as a writer with each year that has passed since I first started, and I really want to be able to share that with you guys. Re-reading my old stories feels like looking at old photos (so incredibly cringey).

So, to come to a concluding point, i'm simply asking for support as I go back to each of my stories, back to All These Memories, You're My Rock, Just Friends, I Do, Not, and even this one... to start over, not changing the content as much as the way it is written.

To reimagine each of them, more so... To write as the 20 year old woman I am now, the author who sees writing, not just as a leisure activity, but as an option in her bright future.

You are all welcomed to follow along with me and reread as I update if you want... and once im finished, I promise to continue where I left off, to give you all the answers you have been craving and deserve.

I'm so sorry that all of this is so unexpected.. Life is just that unkind sometimes.. I'm sure most of you can relate in one way or another...

In return, all I ask is that there please, please be no negativity toward me or my decisions. I'm really trying my hardest.

Just think of this as a tiny hiatus... and look forward to all that is in store for the future!

Thank you so, so much. For everything.

-K