Day 12 without ao3.
I can’t find my way home. All of the trees look the same.
I’ve encountered creatures that want to take my stories and post them under their own name, claiming they are the original author.
I don’t think I’m going to make it any longer without you, ao3.
people say "no one is going to save you" to try and motivate depressed people to try and better themselves as if that's not the most suicide inducing phrase ever
Day 11 without ao3.
It won’t stop raining. I… I’m lost in the forest. Everything is blue-black. The fog is too heavy to make out anything.
It may be my imagination, but I swear I keep hearing things in the distance.
Even though I am afraid, I will not stop searching for ao3.