Hi. I apologize for not updating but I'm afraid this story will be put on hiatus. To answer some questions, I have been depressed. I've been depressed for a long time, for the past few years. I've thrown up, I've cut, but it didn't seem to go away. Yesterday I was in the hospital for overdosing on sleeping pills. The only reason I'm alive is because I have an amazing step-dad who took me to the emergency room after I sent him a text. I've been discharged but will have to start seeing counseling. The experience has made me realize there are wounds that need healing and scars that will never quite heal. I may be able to start writing in the weeks to come but it'll be for Hetalia. One last thing; not only did I hurt myself but my friends and family were hurt as well. Please never do what I did because it'll haunt me the rest of my life.