Hello everyone.

Unfortunately, I now hold no enthusiasm and intrigue in the Percy Jackson and the Olympians and Heroes of Olympus series.

I've done some self reflecting this past year. Rediscovering the existence of this account has brought back many memories to me.

This account is one I made in a time of my life where I thought I had no one to share what I loved. No friend--and I didn't have many due my crippling social skills--could understand the passion I had for certain subjects. And I thought that friends who didn't like the things I liked would not like me as a person. I let that define my own self instead of who I truly am as a whole. I also yearned for a picturesque lifestyle with best friends and a fun and straightfoward love relationship.

"XxTheButterflyEffectxX" is the remnant of a poor supplement for some things that had been missing in my life. Before, I hoped writing about this new novel series I had developed a fascination for would satisfy that.

But I realized that things wouldn't come my way like this. The reality I wanted would never be achieved if I expected things to change while I just sat there, typing away at my computer.

I began to socialize more, interact with people, hoping to expand and find new things or hobbies I would enjoy. And I did. I found a new love for BTS, for EXO. I became an ARMY and EXO-L: I found students at my school who did, too. These people are my very good friends now.

I made new friends who don't like BTS, EXO, or Percy Jackson but still enjoy hanging out with me. I learned to push past my inhibitions--in this case, my refusal to interact with anyone who didn't like what I liked--and open my comfort bubble to accommodate more things.

The friends I have respect what things I like and don't like. I have a much easier time talking with people, which gave me some confidence to talk to the person I've liked for quite some time now. Recently, I found out that the feelings I shared for him were mutual.

I admit that this account and the stories I have written on it are where I have found comfort from writing dramatic/romantic novellas with cheesy, unimaginative plots and fictional characters that I perceived as perfect human beings have given me joy. But these perfect human beings and the perfect world I created for them in an alternate universe has been a poor attempt to craft and find the unrealistic utopia I want but know would be unattainable.

This is a time of my life I wish to forget. A time where I was an immature, wistful child.

For those who are disappointed by my decision, I'm sorry. However, please understand that, over time, I have simply lost interest in the Percy Jackson book series, matured as a person, and pushed past the negative, narrow mindset that inhibited me before.

To my followers, favorites, and reviewers (positive ones), thank you for all the past support. I was and still am grateful for it.

This account has been deactivated.