Inure.

Nobody exists here anymore. I love it.Also there’s...

HI I MISS YOU I EXIST

Also there’s two unread messages I can’t access and I love it. 

I woke up today and I felt like Jude, or accessed a part of myself that was from the era of Jude. 

And I thought I would check on things here. 

Kind of interesting to think I made a life behind a false identity.  Even if in my heart of hearts that I was there for the writing... 

I miss roleplay for the activity of writing through the eyes of the character and living them on a day to day basis.  Expanding to other characters and interacting.  

However, I would absolutely never waste my time again, ahah. 

Now when I write novels, it feels kind of lonely to only indulge in my own brain. I miss the challenge of... putting two brains together.