That's it. It's over. I can't deal. I'm dead. I won't be writing anymore 'cause it doesn't seem to bring anything else than trouble and pain. I'm done. People don't know how to leave well enough alone and just let me express myself without having to think about what 'might' happen or what they 'might' think. You're thinking “stupid child, this is the Internet”. Exactly, this is the Internet. I have a pseudonym and still, people come to me and bitch about what I write. I'm not doing this for any of you, I'm doing this for me. This blog is for me. It's been a place where I thought I could vent and just say whatever, but when people overanalyse every single one of my words and start picking at it, that's when I know I have to quit, and that's what I'm about to do. Formal and only polite apologies to the world, you don't deserve to read what I have to say. You can't proprely handle what I have to say and recognise how untouchable and pure it is. Goodbye and goodnight, no regrets. .....Alexandre Pierre, 23rd of October 2009.
P.S: The site will stay open, but I won't be adding new articles. Leave comments, read it over again, I don't care. This isn't my mess anymore. I'm sorry to the ones who liked to read me and who respected the boundaries of my art. This isn't particularly your fault, but it still could be anybody's. Sincerest apologies to you my friends, I hope you know who you are.