Because of problems concerning emotions - most particularly, the one thing called “heart break” - The Writer cannot continue to narrate his own daily stories here on The Word of The Deranged Writer. At the last time we exchanged words, he told me solemnly and palely that he will rest somewhere, recalling the past deeds he has committed, and comtemplating and soul searching for the benefit of his own future.
Yes, The Writer is not truly dead. The tombstone-like statement encrypted on the previous post was not the declaration of the dear Writer’s physical death, but it is the declaration of an epic turning point that will forever change his entire self. That epic turning point purely affected him that he needs to take a break from the one thing he loves doing most.
I have no clue or information on when he will perish his dormant self, when he will rise from the ashes. But for the meantime, I have taken upon myself to be the caretaker of the notebook he left on the World Wide Web.
Welcome, mortal soul. I am The Character.
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