To everyone who read the topic I wrote a while ago, I'm sorry you had to read that. I guess sometimes I feel like the world is coming down on me, but I know that things will get better and that I have a wonderful community that listens and supports their friends. I need to stop worrying so much, and I need to be happier, no matter what.

I think it will start with hugging Brandy at least once every day.



Thanks, Her, for suggesting this. It really calmed me down and I realized how much Brandy loves me, and how excited she gets when I come home. I guess we really were made for each other.

I also forget sometimes that Quad is always there for me. I think I've been neglecting him for Impressive Title and Guild Wars, so I've been getting him back in the Forest. I think he really deserves it.

And if I could, I'd hug him too. I love him so much and I'm so sorry that I abandoned him.



Thanks everyone, I'm glad that I have friends like you. If you ever need to talk to someone, or if you just need to vent, please don't hesitate to talk to me.

Jen, I'm sorry about your comment. You don't have to tell me what you said if you don't feel like it, I'm not in the same mind-set as I was yesterday. I deleted the topic after talking on iScribble. Please don't worry about that topic, it was stupid and I'm okay now.

I've chosen a song for myself right now, because I can relate to it so well. It's called Thrift Store Suitcase by a local band, Hamelin.

I woke up this morning, wanted to throw myself away.
Tried to sell my soul but it turns out that it just ain't worth much these days.
The sun cut through the curtains and awoke me from asleep.
My dreams cut through the daytime, and the sour through the sweet.
And the papers came and said today would be like every other day.
And I just could not go back home this way.

Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase, not a nickle on my name.
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes, just waiting on a train.
The old man over my shoulder says "You'll have to find another way, I fear.
To run from all your blues, boy, ain't no train that comes through here."

The old man looks like Jesus, says "I get that all the time.
But if I were I'd leave the coast and throw away my cardboard sign."
He says I look like an old friend that he lost somewhere down the line.
And that if I'm his friend and if he were lord, he'd turn the ocean into wine.
Said "I had a family down in New Orleans that just left me on my knees.
I thought I'd just go out and find my scene."

Now I'm sitting on a thrift store suitcase, not a nickle on my name.
With holes in my heart and in both of my shoes, just waiting on a train.
You can watch the sun chase off the moon a million times I fear,
Before you run from all your blues, boy, ain't no train been through in years.

Aaahh...ooohh....
Amazing grace, no matter just how sweet the sound may be,
Might save the rich, but not the prodically unsatisfied like me.
When my suitcase washes up the shore, you might find what I was looking for.
But I don't need it anymore, no I don't need it anymore.

I was sitting on a thrift store suitcase, not a nickle on my name.
Holes in my heart and in both of my shoes, just waiting on a train.
Old man says "You oughta go back home, boy, before we both catch our death out here."
I know that'll be the day I catch the only train that comes through here.

He said, "Go home, before these days turn into years.
Listen to an old man who knows that you can't get back on from here.
You can't get on from here.
Oh, you can't get on from here.
You can't get on from here.
You can't get on from here."