Post by har on Jun 25, 2008 21:45:15 GMT -5
Ya know...
things have really changed for me in the past year. I don't cry whenever I loose something now, because I'm so used to loosing things over and over and over and over, etc. I used to be excited over a new member. But, I'm not excited anymore. Because I know they'll just leave. Like everyone else does.
This place, no matter how great it can be at times, killed my joy. It made me a pessimist. Yeah, it made me a stronger, better person. But, it made me scared to open up. Afraid to voice my opinions. Afraid to get close to anyone.
Don't get me wrong, I love every single one of you so much... But, there's a time in everyone's life when they have to go a new direction.
And don't cry for me, I'm not dead yet. My characters' deaths will be as I planned before. Please carry on like you normally would without me.
Always remember that I love you guys. It's just time for me to go. If this story ever gets made into a movie, e-mail me. I'd like to be mentioned in the credits or something.
BBFN,
Blair, Har, Muddy, Mudcakes, Yozza, Mudfang, or whatever you want to call me.
If you want to contact me, here is pretty much every single contact I have:
vampriders.proboards81.com/index.cgi (which I hope becomes successful)
pinewoodstable.proboards103.com/index.cgi (love them =P you should join)
emoluvsu@hotmail.com (which I check frequently)
drying_rose@hotmail.com (which I never check)
or you could come and get me down here in North Cakalaky, but I live in a cave, so you probably won't find me anywhere. I do not suggest this, because my grandpa will not be afraid to get out his rifle. (he has before =P)
One more of my famous lyric thingies, that I think describes this situation wonderfully:
Dear Bradentown,
You have been good to me.
You've kept your word,
And got me through these years.
All I ask is that you'll be there
When I return...
From meadows out to Lakewood Field.
This is our town.
This is who we're meant to be.
This is our town.
Where our roots have grown so deep.
This is our town.
This is where we're meant to be.
This is our town.
We'll keep coming back because...
Dear Bradentown,
As the city sleeps the night,
You found us hiding out under parking garage lights.
And you know...
You know you'll find us here
When we return...
This is our town.
This is our town.
This is our town.
What are we running from?
This is our town.
What are we running from?
This is our town.
Dear Bradentown,
As I gently close my eyes,
I hear you whisper softly as we continue our goodbyes.
And all I ask is that you'll be there
When I return...
things have really changed for me in the past year. I don't cry whenever I loose something now, because I'm so used to loosing things over and over and over and over, etc. I used to be excited over a new member. But, I'm not excited anymore. Because I know they'll just leave. Like everyone else does.
This place, no matter how great it can be at times, killed my joy. It made me a pessimist. Yeah, it made me a stronger, better person. But, it made me scared to open up. Afraid to voice my opinions. Afraid to get close to anyone.
Don't get me wrong, I love every single one of you so much... But, there's a time in everyone's life when they have to go a new direction.
And don't cry for me, I'm not dead yet. My characters' deaths will be as I planned before. Please carry on like you normally would without me.
Always remember that I love you guys. It's just time for me to go. If this story ever gets made into a movie, e-mail me. I'd like to be mentioned in the credits or something.
BBFN,
Blair, Har, Muddy, Mudcakes, Yozza, Mudfang, or whatever you want to call me.
If you want to contact me, here is pretty much every single contact I have:
vampriders.proboards81.com/index.cgi (which I hope becomes successful)
pinewoodstable.proboards103.com/index.cgi (love them =P you should join)
emoluvsu@hotmail.com (which I check frequently)
drying_rose@hotmail.com (which I never check)
or you could come and get me down here in North Cakalaky, but I live in a cave, so you probably won't find me anywhere. I do not suggest this, because my grandpa will not be afraid to get out his rifle. (he has before =P)
One more of my famous lyric thingies, that I think describes this situation wonderfully:
Dear Bradentown,
You have been good to me.
You've kept your word,
And got me through these years.
All I ask is that you'll be there
When I return...
From meadows out to Lakewood Field.
This is our town.
This is who we're meant to be.
This is our town.
Where our roots have grown so deep.
This is our town.
This is where we're meant to be.
This is our town.
We'll keep coming back because...
Dear Bradentown,
As the city sleeps the night,
You found us hiding out under parking garage lights.
And you know...
You know you'll find us here
When we return...
This is our town.
This is our town.
This is our town.
What are we running from?
This is our town.
What are we running from?
This is our town.
Dear Bradentown,
As I gently close my eyes,
I hear you whisper softly as we continue our goodbyes.
And all I ask is that you'll be there
When I return...