Oops, forgot to update that pinned post from 2022.
I'm still intermittently coming on here when the worms start thrashing, or yet another media source has popped the fragile small carapace I've built over my hyperfixations. (All of those midnight Hannibal postings are just some part of my brain rolling over rocks because it can.)
Things are going. That degree has been in my possession, and life is moving over into deeper and, frankly, more expensive responsibilities.
I don't intend to stop posting here, but I've never really liked talking about myself. Life and the world are growing louder and more frenetic so now when I have a lie-in until 12, I'm still less rested than when I woke.
The creativity is slowly leaking from me, has been for years, but I guess it coincides with the decline of my mental health. Cutting out socials was the right call all things considered, it does just mean I'm usually well out of the loop by the time I log back on.
I'm not sure where I was going with this, but I guess an explanation after 3 years felt appropriate. It still is a light in the dark to see all your names on my dash. To know you're all still out there being strange little humans with a lot to think about, love about, talk about.
You'll probably see me every couple of months still, as I'm not too inclined to stay for long-- life is busy, and I'm not exactly 15 anymore.
Alive and doing alright, all things considered.
Much love,
Claude
They won... I present the worm blog (NSFW, Fannish, Fanfic) (90% will probably be Nu: Carnival sorry in advance)
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