I wanted to start off by saying something that I don't think I adequately stated, or at least clearly stated, in my last journal. The last few months have been incredibly difficult, and a number of you have reached out to offer help, support and love during these trials. To you, my former journal was not intended. To you, I am eternally grateful and I cannot thank you enough for everything that you've done. Everyday is definitely a struggle still, but if it wasn't for your help we wouldn't be where we are. So thank you, each of you, whether it was a donation, a kind word, or an advertisement.

Who I was alluding to were people that, to be honest, I don't know. I made it a policy when I started this account to watch everyone that watched me. I figured, why not return to love? See if I can make new friends? See if I can discover something new? While I don't plan on discontinuing that practice, it's given me a lot of journals to scroll through in my time away from this website and the fandom as a committed patron. A lot of what I see posted is anger, hatred, resentment, call outs, baiting, and the like. It's a trend I've noticed, a repetitive and continuous trend among journal writers and repliers. From people who post art and the people that respond to them.

Anyway, with all of that being said, said something that sort of struck me. It's a fair assessment, or at least an assessment that deserves credence, that a lack of involvement lets you see the bad much more than the good. When you're looking inside from the outside, and you've distanced yourself for whatever reason, that's what happens. I've sort of subconsciously pushed away the fandom, like I've subconsciously pushed away a lot of things. Will I be in this fandom forever? Who knows!? But I can say that giving it another shot isn't going to kill anyone and I want, more than anything, to have those warm fuzzies again.

How am I going to do that? Haven't figured it out yet. Hopefully something will become apparent soon.

Yours truly,
Libby