Shade Tempest

Don't worry about it. It seems that I've got a handful of readers for now. I'll have to be wary about how this goes. I don't like to be mysterious, but I can't talk about my struggles and I can't talk about why I can't talk about it.
It seems like the path I'm on right now is one that I've chosen, no matter how little I like it. The only reason I'm stuck here, of course, is because I'm perpetuating my current state. I have no one to blame but myself. It means nothing to say this, but I never blamed anyone but myself.
But this is a powerful storm nonetheless. I know I won't come out of it the same person. Indeed, I've already changed so much since the beginning. I'm only a shade of what I once was, and I'm too stubborn to crawl from the darkness and recall that world of light that was once so familiar. Still, I'll weather this storm and come out 'stronger', or die trying.
I seem to spend a lot of words on that thread. I guess I no longer fear death, knowing that at least I'll be able to leave all this nonsense behind for once. Actually, let's not go there. Strike that last part. In fact, strike this whole thing, it matters not.
Just know that I will not give in. My blood runs with sorrow, and my heart is made of the ruined shards of a dying star, but I will not collapse. Though I've abandoned all hope, and the world freezes me with it's burning light, I will not retreat. Not yet.
Not yet...