So I thought I'd explain some things. Back then, things were harder. My depression was really bad. And quite a few people from my group lied to me. Lied to everyone. I'm unsure if Esther did. I'm unsure for some people but I have enough of my own actual proof. Nothing I can show because i saw it with my own eyes. I suppose you just have to trust me. I'm better now than I was before. I still have depression, but it's not as bad. I don't expect any of you to care for this book since it's so old and I'm rarely here. Hence why I try to share my accounts that I'm on. I want to help. It's just really hard when I'm unsure how. I don't think I'll ever give up on creepypasta. Even now when I have something different to worry about. It's always kept a place within me.. no matter how many times I abandon it, it hits me. Hm. That's just how I feel.
