ComputerPile

I ask myself everyday why de-writer still follows me, from 99 follows and a rocky storyline with the only perk being a slightly engaging, if not trope-ish, cast of characters. How some random author of novels I would probably not read due to their nature found me out of the blue - not run by bots for that matter. How there’s no one to this day that I still actively talk about my old tumblr shit to, and yet think how it was some of the greatest years of my literate life. I had a story for 3+ years that was active, full of life as it was memory, being one of the very few things I remember from a not kind time. The person behind all that I’m certain hates me now, and it’s for the best that maybe we don’t talk. Regardless, incidentally, whatever word fits best here, I have sat solidly at 900 followers for a year or two now. I wasn’t reminded of what I could do with words since then, never really doing anything more than academic study, even considering myself stupid for being unable to keep people engaged in a real life conversation. Then I got reblogged by Writing-Prompts just recently, a well known member of the community here on tumblr, an active amigo to everyone he finds himself with, and I am reminded again on how I got my start - even if it was just a witty one-liner. Fiction is my passion, creation in general one of the few driving forces I got left these days, and I just feel like I need to say thank you. For the reminder. I wont tag you guys, you live very busy lives I am sure, but I hope that this will find you one way or another.

I also want to thank those who welcomed me with open arms into this community I can’t keep myself away from. I want to thank you for never discouraging me from whatever stupid shit I got myself into, for being there when I could’t find someone else. I want to thank you for being my start, and to some more specifically, a true friend for years. Xavier, Cristóbal, Miguel, even Josh… Thanks. From the bottom of my weak, broken, but creative little heart.