I'm digging all the October stuff, but when it comes to producing content and BEING A PERSON, I'm sapped. Fuck this shit. And it's so goddamn frustrating because I want to write reviews. I just can't. Hell, I couldn't even find my copy of The Exorcist. That was a "throw your middle fingers up" moment where I realized it was time to pull the plug. Again. I apologize, people. It feels pointless to apologize. I feel like I'm always apologizing to someone for failing to see something through. Doesn't help the depression, not one bit.
So I'll fuck off into the sunset. As per our agreement (???), I'll let you know if/when I return to maintain this place. I'm not doing well. No, I'm not suicidal; I'm just...I'm just. Don't fret for my Halloween spirit. It has remained oddly unscathed.