Go home, Mariak.
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I've been reading a lot lately, and I'm going back to writing. That's what I meant by 'go home'.
I guess everyone wishes they could just start fresh from time to time, do things right from the first...thing is wherever you go you take you with you. Maybe I'm drinking too much (scratch maybe) and I think I gave up on things too soon.
No...I don't really know where I'm going, I only know I'm staying...though a couple of nights ago I was sure I'd hit 'log out' and never come back.
As for guidance, the internet is dangerous (obviously) yet like everything it has that other side, the wondrous one where you can find new friends, folks your own age who can help. You'll be fine, in time.
I guess everyone wishes they could just start fresh from time to time, do things right from the first...thing is wherever you go you take you with you. Maybe I'm drinking too much (scratch maybe) and I think I gave up on things too soon.
No...I don't really know where I'm going, I only know I'm staying...though a couple of nights ago I was sure I'd hit 'log out' and never come back.
As for guidance, the internet is dangerous (obviously) yet like everything it has that other side, the wondrous one where you can find new friends, folks your own age who can help. You'll be fine, in time.
I'm so glad that I'm finally going to be able to read your work! And I'm glad you've returned
We all wish for a fresh start from time to time, I wanted to leave and never return two weeks ago, but as for always bringing yourself along for the ride you surely must know that we all grow throughout our lives thanks to the experiences we live through. I know that you'll find solace in these mediums
I wish I could say I at least knew that, I feel as though I hurt someone close to me in a way from which they may not recover, the old me would never have done something like that. That's what I meant by lost
Obviously, wherever you go there will always be a hundred monsters for every saint or sage you meet. I know we may not be the same age or even have all that much in common, but I do count you as a friend, and I really do care very deeply for your happiness and well being.
We all wish for a fresh start from time to time, I wanted to leave and never return two weeks ago, but as for always bringing yourself along for the ride you surely must know that we all grow throughout our lives thanks to the experiences we live through. I know that you'll find solace in these mediums
I wish I could say I at least knew that, I feel as though I hurt someone close to me in a way from which they may not recover, the old me would never have done something like that. That's what I meant by lost
Obviously, wherever you go there will always be a hundred monsters for every saint or sage you meet. I know we may not be the same age or even have all that much in common, but I do count you as a friend, and I really do care very deeply for your happiness and well being.
I don't know the circumstances, though the echoes of your sentiments are so damn familiar. It's my mother's story too, the story that destroyed me: she always said 'I hurt someone, I can't make it right.'
Thing was, those wounds she made were superficial, it just gave someone a bad day, or a bad month. Never even a bad year, it doesn't last that long.
With her, a million words couldn't help. It's why I hate them so. I've spent so much time trying to convince her that her ghosts are just ghosts. I do it to this day, and it hurts.
It's wrong to believe that a mental scar you gave to someone will last forever, that it will follow them forever, that it will show on their face and shape their character forever...unless it was lethal or physical force you're confusing fleeting emotional trauma with a whole other realm of hurt that includes watching friends die or-
Enough.
Just ask a soldier.
Thing was, those wounds she made were superficial, it just gave someone a bad day, or a bad month. Never even a bad year, it doesn't last that long.
With her, a million words couldn't help. It's why I hate them so. I've spent so much time trying to convince her that her ghosts are just ghosts. I do it to this day, and it hurts.
It's wrong to believe that a mental scar you gave to someone will last forever, that it will follow them forever, that it will show on their face and shape their character forever...unless it was lethal or physical force you're confusing fleeting emotional trauma with a whole other realm of hurt that includes watching friends die or-
Enough.
Just ask a soldier.
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