Why hello, my lovelies.
I am not dead.
That seems like a very good way to start this.
So life over the past six months has been probably some of the craziest to date.
And I am so very very tired.
And so many many things have happened that it would take far too long to explain.
(Besides. You should never have to explain. Your friends don't need it and your enemies won't believe it.)
I honestly believe exhaustion is the best way to put it. I feel like I have been running a marathon and I'm finally, finally, able to stop again to catch my breath. The semester was a whirlwind, but I am confident I'm fianlly where I need to be. I've made some friends, some of the best I've had in a long time if we're being completely honest. I started writing again; it's fanfiction, and it's fun, and I can see myself grow as a writer almost daily.
(Even if I am currently on a hiatus because I am so fucking burned out.)
It's winter break.
There's snow and my bones ache.
But I am back.
Thanks for waiting for me, lovely readers.
I won't leaving you hanging again, to the best of my abilities.
~Birdie
