As the author of this fan fiction, I no longer believe that I can do this story justice. Try as I might, I can no longer live up to my standards as I once did at the beginning of my writings. You might say that I've lost my muse, the thing inside of me that keeps me going.
All right, I'll admit; I'm depressed and no longer happy. In my state of unhappiness, I cannot think of new ideas. Pity me, for I am a stereotypical teen, lost in her own confusion. God how puberty sucks
I am giving this story up for grabs. E-mail me if you want it.
goes off and wallows in own unhappiness