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[About four months ago, sometime over night, someone snuck into the part of my brain that houses creativity and did a find-and-replace, and changed every reference to "Ezra Miller" to "Xavier Dolan." I woke up the next morning and was halfway through my corn flakes before I realized I didn't have anything to say in this journal anymore. And that's cool. Six years is long enough. Very few things in my life ever last six years, so I'm not going to beat myself up over it.
I'm going to do something radical and just tell you where to find me. I have a journal of character writing - not quite a CDJ but more like a collection of rambling narrative shit - at couragemylove, and I imagine I'll have it for as long as that server exists. If you don't want to know who else I play and what else I get up to, just don't click the link.
It's possible I'll be back some day. I mean, I never really know. I love you, MBP. You need a friends button.
Thank you for the gift of your time over the years. It's our most valuable currency, and you gave me some. I'll miss you. This is hard, but my own patterns of activity tell me it's time.
P.S. Over the years with 20 million characters, I've noticed a funny dynamic. Sometime around year five, people don't interact with you as much anymore. I think they assume you have plenty of friends and plenty of things to do. I like to call it old timer syndrome. It doesn't happen to everyone but it always happens to my guys. I blame my own laziness.
I'm just drunkenly rambling now. Go to bed, self.]