@museofdestiny @CharlesRamos63 A delusional madman is given immortality and the power of regeneration. Before he can even understand the reality around him, he has to face the unreliable creation within his mind. How's that? xD

I just feel bad for anyone who uses the program in place of an editor, or for school. I know for a fact some peppel accept everything and rush through. And that would mean they're potentially paying for a program that's screwing them. 0-0 Flesh editors aren't obsolete yet!

So Grammarly... sucks? A friend tried it after I avoided it for years, so I picked it up... It had so many issues. Granted, I'll give it leeway: a program can't pick up on fantasy names or context. But even with that there were edits that were straight-up wrong.

You ever wanna reread a book you read as a kid, but also don't because you're afraid the childhood imagery might get replaced with new, adult-understanding imagery?

mind. I never thought about any of this until recently. I'm afraid to move forward. I'm afraid that I can't write Lucrys how he should be written. I'm afraid that he /shouldn't/ be written. And, for the first time writing his story, it makes me want to seriously step away.

positive change in others. Something that can spur growth and incite a reason to move through downfall or pain. But I don't know if Lucrys will impact people negatively, if he impacts people at all. I don't want him or any of my writing to bring someone to a harmful state of

was unstable and I didn't know how to react to my own emotions or mental debilitations. I don't know how to tell them I was delusional or disconnected from reality. That I didn't mean the things they now believe in... Of course, I want to write something that can elicit

taking his rants as truths to adapt to when he can't even tell what's real or what's in his head. I didn't know my actions or words were this powerful. I've hurt and lost friends. I've established unhealthy beliefs and ideologies in others. I've poisoned minds... all because I

to. Close friends that idolize me or my created ideologies. People that quote me as though I had anything figured out... I've been leading people this whole time without a grip on reality. It's like Lucrys being elected king, and people worshipping him during a mind-rupture -

of, the more I realize how much I affect the people around me. I've hurt people I love. Ingrained entire beliefs into people like some mad ruler. People follow actions and words I created when I was dealing with my emotional downfalls, and it hurts to see them act like I used

I fixed the issue that was plaguing me and causing me to be depressed for years. And, though it's resolved, I was so fixated on it that it was my entire motivation. I've been trying to motivate myself lately. But the more I analyze. The more I learn and try to be conscious

the beginning. In some way, that original, poorly-written piece is better than what I can come up with now. It's making me feel so far removed from Lucrys that I want to give up. It's been over six months since I wrote a chapter, when this used to be my entire focus.

the prologue, and I can't seem to do the rupture any better than I did. I don't exactly like how it's written - my writing has grown in the last five years. But on the other hand, I feel like changing how it's written loses the entire point of the rupture he's going through in

having trouble writing him. I'm afraid that I need instability to understand him. I'm looking at my old writing, and it portrays him so well. It's nothing like my writing now, but it's the most genuine, honest take I could ever produce for Lucrys. I'm trying to rewrite

Maybe I should finish just to show how he grows in the end. It was a metaphor for me trying to grow myself, after all. Maybe it could elicit hope somehow or something. Or forward movement. But he's become the piece of me I never want to go back to being. And because of that, I'm

think I've lost my connection. I still know the vision I had for it. What I wanted it to mean to others. I know what it used to mean to me. But now, I'm having more trouble than ever connecting to Lucrys. He feels so distant and alien. When before I was the one in his shoes...

I never thought this would happen, but... I think... I think I'm done with this story. I'm finding a huge disconnect with my writing lately. And I feel like Lucrys just isn't something that matters. I've spent five years pursuing these characters and getting this right, but I

So a lot of the time, when I scroll by a poll on the mobile version of Twitter, its already decided to make a selection for me. It's usually my first time seeing a poll, and an option has already been selected. Does this happen to anyone else?

Does anybody else try to psychologically analyze themselves and see how it can lead to better development, interactions, conscious decisions in the future? I feel like I get into these hyperanalytical states of mind sometimes, and I feel weird for it. xD

My site is now live! It still needs more work for sure, but here it is. \m/ I'll be adding more lore this week, more recorded poems by next week, and I'll be covering a song next weekend. Finally a place for everything I work on. Check it out and enjoy. https://t.co/UM38GASAUT