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I've reached the end. Potential is gone. No more photos for a while. I've dwindled myself down to just an L all on my own now. I'm not mopey, I'm not emo, I'm realistic.

Sorry if I stop commenting/looking for a while, I'm crawling into a hole for a bit.

Navel-examining on Valentine's Day? I think not.

Yeah. Call me if you want to talk to me, otherwise, it's probably best to not even bother.

This is the end of my story I think. The end of all of it. It's too hard to write, my inspiration is gone.

Sorry if you actually read (or used to read) this (when I was still updating...). It's just gotten too hard.