I can't write here anymore. Sorry. Too many people have found out about it, and I find myself riddled with the self-conscious bug more than ever. The point of this blog was to give me a place to let out of my inner turmoil, for I have a habit of pretending I'm fine and letting things build up until I'm huddled on the floor, clutching a phone to my ear, sobbing madly to anyone who will listen. It used to be that place that I needed, cherished, relied on. My own personal haven, for school definitely wasn't it, and home life wasn't any easier. Now I find myself limiting what I need to say, worrying myself over if the person I was ranting about might have seen it. Word travels fast, and I'm tired of hiding myself. I haven't outgrown you, When Obsession Comes, it's just that in these sort of situations, I find running is what I do best. So that's what I intend to do. I'll run.

I'm most likely moving my fanfiction, for I'm tired of the drama that occurs down in The Pit, and I'm deeply considering making a new youtube account while I'm at it. I'm just tired of it. Tired of all of it. I hate that I've gained so many friends and subscribers and trusted people, and now I'm going to just throw all of my work away, hope I can rebuild and salvage some of it.

There are many of you that read this blog and truly care about what I have to say. For those of you, I thank you. I urge you to seek me out on livejournal, and to continue emailing and talking to me on yahoo, for I'll definitely miss your insight.

Then there are those of you who I could surely do without. Thank you, you vermin, you, for ruining the one thing I held dear to me. I hope you enjoyed yourself here, and I hope I never have the misfortune of encountering you again.

When it all comes down to it, the same thing happened to me that happened to Eline and Rosianna, and it's time to move on. At least we made it to a two year aniversary, didn't we? Happy Birthday, When Obsession Comes.