Talk:Kick/@comment-5463410-20130315015543

All you guys helping...Love you all. I mean it. My real friends wouldn't have done this. They would told me to dry my tears and stop making myself look like I've been having a bad day. But you guys...you're closer than that childhood blanket I've had since I was born, one my mom got at my "welcoming get-together." I still use it every night, and hug it close to me to bring back memories. But when with you guys, I can say stuff. I can't talk to a blanket. But I can talk to you guys. And get support. I can trust you. My worries can end.

But tonight...it'll take a while. I need my randomness to come back out. I need someone who can take it out. Anyone. Try. I need to become me again.

I wish you could all see me crying right now.