This account had originally been a joint one for my aunt and I. We were of the same age group and we grew to become the best of friends—sisters, more likelythroughout the years where we had each other when we needed help. Currently, my pseudo-sister doesn't have the best of health. Even when we were children, she's always been weaker than average, and because of our unhealthy sleeping and eating schedule, she's been forced to repair her life and she's decided to take a break from writing. She's still reading fan fiction, but doesn't have an active role in it as she once had.

It feels a little lonely to still be using the username CherryDrug, but I'm proud to use it even if it's only me now. Names are powerful—and CherryDrug represents all the inspiration we've poured into our works and gained from others. It represents that we are writers and readers—that we adore the works of others as others have adored ours.

You may call me Cherry—bur I'd prefer Eri more :D

Currently, I'm working on Strikhedonia, which means that all of my other fics will be pushed back—maybe never to be updated, maybe to be updated. The plot bunnies in my head are all a little insane, so my inspiration comes and goes. However, there's just something about Strikhedonia that's...different, and I believe I won't be stopping this one anytime soon.

To everyone who's supported me—by favoriting, following, and reviewing—I'd like to thank all of you. You are wonderful darlings that should be cocooned and hidden underneath a rock to be protected from the horrors of the world. You're all precious beings that deserve more because the kindness that you showed me, no matter how small, means the world to me. I've gone through my fair share of flames, and they were all understandable—however, there's no need to be rude about it. Just remember, be rude to me, and I'll be rude to you. I'm no cotton-spined coward. I wield my pen like a sword and I damn well know how to draw blood. Think, before you act, because poisonous words have caused so many writers with the potential to be more to admit defeat and never return.

Everyone can be a writer. Nobody starts out amazing. I started my stories with script dialogue, horrible grammar, and OOC characters. Now—well, I'm not really sure hahaha. I still make mistakes, which makes me far from great. I have heart, as do you all, which makes me trudge forward and share my ideas with you all.