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Howdy! Steve here with an important message. I will be on indefinite hiatus from all social media, as I want to un-fuck my life up. This talks about mental health problems, big plans for the future that may not be realistic, and weight insecurity.

TL;DR: Loser plans to gradually de-loser himself. Wait, didn't I put “avoid self-deprecating speech” as a New Year's resolution last year? Eh, whatever.

You see, my mental health has reached a low it hadn't touched since my teen years. Those days were dark. I only hope I won't become a recluse. There is a happy future out there; I just need to chisel it out of the marble of uncertainty.

Another thing: My room looks godawful due to the major depressive slump I've been in. It's a disaster! I need to get things organized, clean, and not on the goddamn floor where I could twist my ankle. I won't be able to do it 24/7, but it's a good start. Rome wasn't built, or burnt, in a day.

27 is a serious number. That's the age I'm turning: twenty-motherfucking-seven. I need to find some way to leave my childhood home, so I can finally live independently and go by my own rules. I know it's not uncommon for folks of my generation to still live with their parents (thanks, shitty economy!), but I don't think I should stay with them much longer.

Also, I'll be brutally honest with you guys on something else: I need to lose weight. I think I'm, like, officially fat now. I want my clothes to fit better. I wouldn't be surprised if anyone thought I was pregnant due to the size of my stomach. This is NOT me fat-shaming anyone, by the way! I just don't want to start my wardrobe all over again.

I am not doing this to upset anyone. I know I should've given you guys a heads-up a few days ago, but I was still in denial about whether to go on hiatus or not. All the bad news going around has messed with my head, and I just don't think I can handle it right now. Y'all are great, and I'm looking forward to seeing you guys again in a while.

Stay safe, positive, and tuned! 💜