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Hello, I'm... Well. I have a problem. There's something about this that feels it's been a long time coming. I have lots of problems, like everyone else, little tiny problems that happen every day. But I have much bigger problems as well, including some that potentially could ruin kind of everything (how dramatic, I know) that I've worked at and worked on for so long, shutting potential down and pushing further into a self-made yet ever-fresh hell. Even typing now feels almost redundant, that I should in fact just shut up and get on with things, this slowly deteriorating status quo and be happy things aren't worse. I have traded lunatic highs and lows for the miasma of mediocrity. Huh. Where shall we actually begin though? Years ago,when I started self-publishing on the internet while at University, it was for personal benefit/pleasure/survival. To say I was living in a situation that didn't agree with me would be to dredge undersea rav...