*Ahem.* So, I'm back after, what, 4-ish months? How about a little recap, I guess. I have gotten tremendously worse mentally, I'm constantly talking about killing myself, and I have only made a few friends within these few months i have been gone. I have not been happy, nor do I think I actually will be in the time coming. Whatever, it's not like anyone will even fuckin' care, right? I'm just rambling on and on about 'oh how terrible' my life is on this random site I never use. I am going to get myself lost and killed in a remote area, so that nobody will find my body, and nobody will be sad. Actually, my life's been good. I've made friends that actually care for me, ones that will actually listen, and comfort me, something i feel like i have always been expected to give, and it feels good, but at the same time, kinda wrong? i mean, it's good to talk about my problems, insecurities, etc. but like, i feel like i'm burdening them by doing this. I had an actual talk with one of my online friends, and i'll admit, tears were shed, but it made me feel better, lighter on my feet, the whole spiel. I love all of you, never forget that. please, PLEASE, do not hesitate to come talk to me, not as if you have to, but as a friend.