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growing up

I was 11, when I first got into Madness Combat
Me and another friend, in 6th grade, we were into Friday Night Funkin', and we both got into MadCom at the same time. I had known he since we were 7, since 2nd grade

We are no longer friends.

I shared this interest with my best friend, convinced her to get into this show after a lot of begging. I've known her since we were 8, since 3rd grade.

We are no longer friends.

I've met people, authors, befriended them, had fun with them, made memories with them.

We are no longer friends.

We are no longer.

We grow up, grow apart. I've gotten a lot of issues, in general and from this community. Anxiety worsened after befriending the wrong people, giving them what they wanted.

I've grown up, I'm 15 now. I like bands. My favorite band is Tally Hall, but I'm.mostly obsessed with the Emo Quartet. Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, twenty øne piløts and My Chemical Romance. Mostly the aforementioned three.

I like other medias now. Creepypasta, yes. My favorites are BEN_Drowned, Ticci Toby and Jeff The Killer. I'm into the Slenderverse, Marble Hornets, EverymanHYBRID, TribeTwelve, DarkHarvest00, WhisperedFaith, MLAndersen0 and more. I really like the protagonists, I resonate with them.

I'm back into some other stuff. Like Deadpool. I finally got into Mystery Skulls after years.

I need to learn that things don't stay the same. I've lost many friends, made new ones, but memories can't be lost really. And even if, you can't grieve over something you've forgotten. You have to let go if you love yourself...haha, a funny little joke for you.

But truly, you need to learn that eventually you'll change. I could ramble and write, speak on for days on end. Philosophical ramblings about who we are, identities, my identity, what happened.

But sometimes it's better to operate in silence, and only push out your art. What you think shows the best of yourself, and keep the worst only to you. So you can refine it into something you can proudly put out there someday.

I was young and dumb. Obsessed with a smoking stickman. I miss him, truly. But it's not the same anymore. I've been focusing on another smoking Nevada man who dies and ends up turning into stone in Purgatory after getting sneak killed.

I'm not a fan of letting go, so there might be a chance of me coming back...to this community, at least. It always made me upset to see someone discontinue their books, but my time has come. My writing was subpar at best eitherway, you're not missing out on much.

I'm not leaving fully, I'll stay on Wattpad, and maybe, just maybe, return to the Madness. Follow me if you wanna see thst, dunno, you do you. I'll mostly be doing other stuff. Because I grew up. And you have too.

This was WarCriminalCommie, signing out.