Hello my peeps. I really didn't wanna have to post an update on account it's just a chapter that takes up space but, UPDATE! EVERYTHING IN MY DOCUMENTS TURNED WEIRD!
Long story short I have been spacing out my chapter writing times instead of going all at once like I said I would work on. And I have. Next thing you know all the letters were replaced with a foreign money symbol. This one to be exact:
So while staring at my computer full of €€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€€
See how long I made that? Now imagine you are working on three different stories and everything turns into a FUCKING EURO SYMBOL! AND I LIVE IN THE UNITED STATES! It's even more annoying than that. So, I am not putting this on hiatus but give me some time to recover the damage that I for some reason can't undo. I have never been so angry for looking at a symbol for money in my life smh…
On top of that, I haven't been feeling myself lately. I haven't connected with all my readers, or most or even a lot of them for that matter, but for those who have I've been feeling a bit off. Getting withdrawals from kicking my meds sucks, and now that those are over, I'm having a hard time adjusting to being without them. So many years of needing them have left me a little unbalanced. And now that I'm not suppressed to the experience of, well everything (seriously even colors are better now!), Uhm… I'm not used to it. I can't really talk with a lot of people about it because people most likely aren't needing to take antipsychotics for more than a handful of years… Yeah. I'm not a druggy, just stimulated wrong. Seriously I'm going fucking nuts. I can see after images sometimes, sunspots are way too strong, I wear sunglasses inside, everything is tense, my appetite is broken, and I can't even sleep right after I can sleep right. More often than not, I don't sleep. World record is 11 days 25 minutes my ass. People who have PSTD sometimes don't sleep for years. And I'm pretty sure there's a child in this world who's still alive who dies if they go to sleep. Yes that's real.
My point is the world is too big U-U
I'm not stopping writing, it's just really hard to focus. I need some time to adjust. Think things through. Write some things down. Like I'm doing now…
I'm still losing it. Anyway, I'm sorry to have to do this whole update thing. I got nobody to talk to around here but myself, and with myself we're gonna figure this out! Maybe we'll go insane again. I don't have that problem either but you get it. So until then, I'm gonna have a little trouble updating my stories :(
I may get some management help. With the stories. I don't like accepting help. I hope this doesn't upset you as much as it does me. And with school I have other things to focus on. Like people who try to be revolutionary fanatics because their past relatives were discriminated against when in actuality I'm "Privileged". You wanna know what it's like to be white, straight and a guy?
In the first few weeks of college in Massachusetts (That's right. One of the best places for college on the fucking planet) I've already been threatened for being white which resulted in me punching a black male, been harassed by presumably an arrogant girl because I was male and no other reason like a reverse role of the 50's, and because of the growing transgender population the sis-gender male population is diminishing. Normally I wouldn't have a problem with that but when I have to tell them I'm a straight and comfortable being a guy, they are fucking disgusted. I'm not being bullied. In fact I'll give you a piece of my mind for any of the above. But am I allowed to be angry? It's who I am. I didn't ask to be born 'privileged'.
So that's the story behind the your author Dust.
Hope you enjoyed my rambling, because any time I try to tell someone about it that's immediately all it is because of who I am. Thanks for listening anyway. Feels good to spill some beans. Now I'm gonna thrown them at people. And some rocks. I'm gonna go throw some rocks at people. Because I'm normal. And because I'm privileged. Can't forget about that one.
End of non hiatus related update.
I'm not stopping. I'm not a quitter. I'll do things the hard way. Even unto death. Give me some time. Life is getting in the way and I'm gonna kick it in it's respective dick/boobs/ass or attack helicopter equivalent regardless of gender, identity, race or sexuality. Let's say I'm ending this on a good note.
-Dust
"I fucking hate so many people."- Dust, September 26, 2017.