I just got a hard reminder that almost all of the great friends I made on this site, the oldest and closest, have left to places I can't follow, and that they're likely gone forever. Some changed in such ways that our very natures clashed, others left me because they couldn't stand the company that I keep or because some stupid mistake I made hurt them in a way they could never forgive, and others simply...disappeared.
I'm very short on friends as of late, and it seems like they all left when I might have needed them most. I miss when I could come here and get lost in endless conversations, roleplays and joke-offs, participate in the community because there were still people I actually liked a whole lot here.
I'm sure some of you who still care about me are out there, reading this. Don't take offense. I care about you, too. It's just...there were certain people here who I loved a whole lot, and now they're gone, and it feels like they took something of mine when they left.
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The pipes under our house froze and burst yesterday. We don't have any running water, and based on the way the weather is acting we probably won't for at least a week.
Winter's getting colder, the house is getting harder to heat. We're pretty much out of money and food stamps. Shit's getting bad, real fast, and it doesn't look like it'll get better anytime soon.
On top of that, I can't even watch videos. Shockwave flash has been fucked up since late December, videos play with extremely low frame rate, and the only conceivable way I can think of to fix it is to get a new computer.
I've taken up doping myself with large amounts of Benadryl again, like I used to do back when I was suicidal. Only now I do it to get over this paralyzing fear I've developed about going through doors and being alone in the dark. I keep thinking I see shit, people and things. The drugs help me calm down.
I felt guilty about it at first, but the person who made me promise not to take so much told me she never wanted to speak to me again and cut off all contact, so fuck it.
Beth moved back in, trying to get a job and continue her education. No luck, really. She's just become another mouth to feed. I'm glad to have her here, and sometimes we have fun together telling jokes and stuff, but still... It's harder.
At the end of all this shit, though, there are a few silver linings. With no YouTube to distract me, I've been able to get a lot more reading done. I've also been writing and coming up with stories like a mad bastard. I've even written a few rap verses, which are the creative equivalent to unicorns in my brain when it comes to rarity as of late.
So yeah. It's not all bad. Just mostly.