I've just deleted my other accounts.
The first one had only existed for a little bit less than a year, so it was no problem, but the last one I deleted.. I've had that account for so long. I've met some of my closest friends now through that account, it just hurt me so bad.. I had to cover my eyes as I pressed the little orange button to delete it. I never thought a simple click could through a person into a mental breakdown. everything I had ever done on there was flashing through my head rapidly as I thought of all the good people I met on there, all the bad people I've met on there, how much that one account had changed my whole life forever. I curled up in a ball in the corner and began to cry. That account, no, my time with that account changed my whole existence, filled the growing, black, seeping hole in my heart with love, happiness, friendship, as well as loss, misery, and lies. That few years made me a better person, the best me that ever existed. Without the fighting I would never feel important, without the love I'd never know what that kind of love felt like. I'd never know how bad losing a friend hurt.. That account changed my being, filled the void of boredom and insanity, making me the person I am today, not just someone who's just like everyone else.
And I just threw it all away..
