Quote from: Sonica on December 16, 2014, 02:54:10 PM

Quote from: Mr Psychologist on December 16, 2014, 02:43:01 PM

Quote from: Epsira on December 16, 2014, 02:36:07 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on December 16, 2014, 02:34:59 PM

Quote from: Sandtrap on December 16, 2014, 02:30:14 PM

Quote from: Sonica on December 16, 2014, 02:15:15 PM

Seriously, it's a forum...

Snip for emergency discussion >_______>

The fuck is going on here.

You didn't snip it?

I snipped it out because it unfortunately disclosed several details about users who may not have wished that to have happened. It wasn't anything malign at all, but I'm just erring on the side of caution here. Playing it safe and removing it >.>

Sandtrap made a very good point with it though.

I didn't read it, but I doubt it would make me think of a forum as anything more than a place to waste a little bit of time. If people are having personal problems then they should walk away from the computer and deal with real life issues.

Oh but sonica if only that were so easy!

If only I could wake up in the morning and realize that my body is falling apart and continue on with my day all merry and happy.

My hair is falling out. My skin, going pale and sinking in. My muscles are degrading at a rapid pace from winter and the effects of drugs in my system that cause me to sleep for over the majority of the day. My strength is gone, I'm losing weight quickly, and I can't keep much food down nor do I even want to eat.

My nervous system has started degrading and the docs have given me counter drugs with their own side effects.

I realize that I am cripplingly alone up here, and I'm trying to juggle my life one piece at a time.

But you know what? Some days, it's a fucking mess to look at. Because I can't even look at myself in the mirror without being aware that I am physically dying every fucking second I take this shit and dump it into my system in the vain hopes that a lump of cells in my head burns out before I do.

It'd be fucking peachy if I could wake up with a spring in my step and an unbeatable smile against anything.

But I can't. And you know what? I'd wager the majority of the folks here agree that I have one of the toughest, enduring senses of humor and light heartedness that shines even through the fact that right now I'm a walking corpse.

And I can't do it all the time. Neither can these other folks.

The internet is, and always will be an escape. Even if this is a gaming forum, or whatever it wants to be, the core community is drawn to the fact that were are, across all manner of boundries, very much alike.