Hey, everybody! :P If you didn't read my status or my profile, I'm leaving! It's just, I think I'm growing up like so many of my friends have. My updating was sporatic, my plots were sublime and to be honest my vocabulary was far from serendipitous. But it was fun. And for some reason I was able to get 31 people's attention!
Don't panic I'm moving to a different account; not leaving for good, just, shifting. I've changed. For better or for worse, and I'm not sure which.
I don't really find any reason to leave this account up, except perhaps to do some reminiscing? I don't know. So I guess it's time to go now. For good, probably, from this account. If anyone gives a crap feel free to say something but, I doubt anyone does.
Hold it. You at least deserve an explanation.
You see, stuff escalated lately and I'm just not feeling it right now. And it's been that way for ever since I last updated one of my regular stories- almost a year ago. I really do wish that I was the same kind of person I was when I started this but, a lot can change about a person in four years. But in other ways I wish that I had never been that person.
Again, a lot can change about a person in four years. I mean I haven't started drugs or anything but I'm always feeling like I'm drowning or choking or both? It's my sister, school, my parents- my sister and parents don't beat me or anything, nothing physical. My parents just keep pressuring me. They don't trust me in the slightest. My sister's a complete and utter- let's not get into that.
The counselor says he doesn't think I have depression or anxiety. Hmm seems familiar to- I don't know, the things I have been telling my parents, and on the rare occasion I deigned to speak to him, for, say, I don't know, ever since we started the bullcrap therapy? SMART FUCKING GUY HUH?! Oh and I swear too. I'm not going bipolar on you but like I said...
A lot can change about a person in four years.
So, um, yeah.
Bye.