u/CryingCircusConductr

Dear demigods,

I want to thank you. Just months ago, I invited myself into your home and tossed myself at your feet, crying, bleeding. Being a drama queen, clearly. And you offered to listen. For that I will always be grateful. Not just me, but especially fifteen year old me, the one this whole project was about.

The title of this post is not the whole truth, of course. The story is over, but the inner strife is not. I have a long way to go still, but I have learned lots of new ways to look at my issues. With that I am proud to say that I’ve achieved my goal!

Out of the whole internet, I am so glad that I got to offer my firstborn to you! You’re a great fandom. No wonder I used to love it so much! :)

Goodbye, but not farewell,
C3   

If you feel like you’ve missed out on the four hundred pages of me screaming at myself with different wigs on, here is the link one last time. Do make sure to read the tags and warnings to see if it’s what you’re in for (!): Strife - Chapter 1 - CryingCircusConductor - Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan [Archive of Our Own]