Just want to get this out of the way, a so huge burden can get out of my chest, hopefully. I like writing stories, then and even now. Back then, people praised my work even though I admit to myself that many others were much better. All that praise went to my head, inflating my ego to blimp-size proportions, if you will. For some reason that even I couldn't comprehend myself, I began to think # of reviews = the popularity of a story, and in two related formulas, # of reviews of a specific reader = how much s/he likes my story. And because of all of that, I kept flaming and lambasting those who keep favoriting my stories but never leaving reviews. It's what drove them away, the people that used to be my friends. AND IT'S ALL MY FAULT.

After knocking myself down a peg or two, all the air in my ego balloon burst, and I realized that I'm really the one who's being unfair. I turned over a new leaf. I seriously doubt that if they ever return (or if they were actually just still lurking somewhere) they'll even forgive me. But I'm not looking for something I know I don't deserve. I just want to return to writing stories that I love, and see people like reading my stories again. (And I SWEAR I didn't send nary an "ember" this time around.)