people need to stop coming from right when they die
How am I supposed to be the strong one when I know there isn't anyone left to be strong for me?
Damn it. Damn it all. Part of me wants to know what happens to me in the future. I know I survive because people know me after the fact, but how much of me survives, and how much dies with everyone that I lose? [/Ward]
As much as I love this place for the opportunities it gives me, the constant changing drives me a bit mad. I know I've said this before and I'm not pointing fingers. It's just... stressful.
I feel like I'm repeating myself again. Sorry for being a waste of space.