Wow, feels like forever ago.

Lots of changes.

I use to write, years and years ago, I remember in primary school, my first kind of story.
It was based off Spy Kids, and had aliens and werewolves, but I have no clue where it was going, I think the book it was written in, was thrown out.
I might try be creative with it again soon.

I'm still rather broken, but I am healing some cracks from my past. Working through a lot.
Coming back here, reading my old stories, and then seeing how upset I was in the diary, it brings back a lot.
A lot I've gone through, a lot I'm changing.

All these stories were before I realized I was a guy.
Lots have changed over the past years, my Granddad, I hated in my teen years, showed me how much he actually did care about me, and we were living together again, with a couple other family members.
We made peace, right up until his passing, that is another chapter in this life of mine.

I'm learning to not info dump, and only let those close to me know what is going on inside my full life.
So, I'm leaving this here, I am happy to answer questions, or anything that anyone might have.
I am still going through a lot.
I am still writing.

I am back, to publish up one of my stories, it's a good one, I hope.
I have two chapters, an idea where it is going, hell, last year I spent about 4 hours a day researching what kinds of boats there were, how planes went missing, or even just reading in general.

I have honestly missed writing, and I really hope I finally finish a story, that isn't my life.