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7 years ago
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Hey. It’s been awhile.
The past two years have proven to be personally turbulent. I want to set the record straight. I started this page during a point in my life where I was starting to question my life, my sexuality, my ambitions. I created a persona in my head and on paper that would have fit with what I thought would have fit the kind of writing I was doing: an opposite-sex, older version of what I saw myself as. It wasn’t who I was, and it’s not who I am now. I recently changed my age on my info to where it truly is.
My mental health tanked during this time, too. It took a year of recovery to become stable, and even now, I’m still trying to reach a baseline. My journals reflected that downward spiral in a way that I don’t want to revisit, so I deleted almost all of them. I want to turn a new leaf in that regard.
Then there’s my name. Inkrunner. What I write should spill out onto the page and flow. I haven’t lived up to it. I mean, throughout the past two years, I’ve managed to write a lot. Short stories, screenplays, you name it. But, the things I wrote specifically for FA are in various stages of completion, and at this point, I can’t seem to finish them. The drive that was there before is gone, and I don’t know how I can salvage it. Hopefully, I can find that motivation in the future, but right now, I don’t know where to go.
I’m still trying to work out the kinks in my life. Even now, I’m trying to figure out who I am (in more ways than one). I hope I can push through it all, moving forward. I’ll continue to use FA, but I don’t know to what extent I’ll be active, or if I’ll even post anything.
It would be unfair to not thank the people who fwatched me and read my journals and checked in from time to time. It means a lot more than you might think. Thank you all.
I’ll be back. Maybe.
Inkrunner.
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Hey. It’s been awhile.
The past two years have proven to be personally turbulent. I want to set the record straight. I started this page during a point in my life where I was starting to question my life, my sexuality, my ambitions. I created a persona in my head and on paper that would have fit with what I thought would have fit the kind of writing I was doing: an opposite-sex, older version of what I saw myself as. It wasn’t who I was, and it’s not who I am now. I recently changed my age on my info to where it truly is.
My mental health tanked during this time, too. It took a year of recovery to become stable, and even now, I’m still trying to reach a baseline. My journals reflected that downward spiral in a way that I don’t want to revisit, so I deleted almost all of them. I want to turn a new leaf in that regard.
Then there’s my name. Inkrunner. What I write should spill out onto the page and flow. I haven’t lived up to it. I mean, throughout the past two years, I’ve managed to write a lot. Short stories, screenplays, you name it. But, the things I wrote specifically for FA are in various stages of completion, and at this point, I can’t seem to finish them. The drive that was there before is gone, and I don’t know how I can salvage it. Hopefully, I can find that motivation in the future, but right now, I don’t know where to go.
I’m still trying to work out the kinks in my life. Even now, I’m trying to figure out who I am (in more ways than one). I hope I can push through it all, moving forward. I’ll continue to use FA, but I don’t know to what extent I’ll be active, or if I’ll even post anything.
It would be unfair to not thank the people who fwatched me and read my journals and checked in from time to time. It means a lot more than you might think. Thank you all.
I’ll be back. Maybe.
Inkrunner.
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