I remember saying that I was back, and I'm sorry for metaphorically dying again. But I have my reasons. My mom got cancer, and if that wasn't enough I've had to make quite a few adjustments to my life style. You see life's almost never fair, and it's other people who make it that way. Three men with bats and knives took something from me that can't be returned. I'm talking about the use of my legs. The saddest thing about the whole ordeal is that people watched it happen and did nothing, I only made it to the hospital six blocks away because of the kindness of a homeless veteran. My depression about the whole thing has taken away my will to write, or do much of anything anymore. Hell I can barely even read fan fiction anymore, I'm just too depressed to be creative. If I ever get better enough to continue my two stories that I have going then I will, but Consider them both up for adoption. PM me if you're interested. I don't know if I'll return to writing any time soon or ever for that matter, but I hope some interested soul will finish what I started.