Sorry, guys.
I can no longer update this story and feel satisfied with what I'm doing. At the moment, my life is upside-down. I'm in like with two different people, one of them a girl,my grades are starting to slip (not starting. they've been going downhill for a while),and two friends I used to be close to randomly hate me. I know this sequel was supposed to be just as god as Powerless, but I couldn't make it happen.
But, on a different note:
If you cut, get help. I can't make you. It's just a mere suggestion. Cutting will sucker you in. Before you know about the self-injury epidemic, you'll be part of it, hacking away at your skin. It's not fun. And it's not fair that people have to go through it.
If you have an eating disorder, please, get help. It's not my place to say that, since I don't have one, but everyone deserves to be happy with themselves.
Anyways, I'm sorry that this is happening, but I really can't do it. I had a chapter in the works, and I'm not posting it because it sucks.
AIM: My Sweet Cyanide
Email: me if you wish. With questions or if you just want to talk.
Love,
Zoe
