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I Hate When Stories End

:/ I'm sad to lose EP. It hasn't even been a year, but I've met more friends, had more conversations, and interacted with more humans, than my entire life before this combined. And it's been a fantastic experience! For the most part at least...

I'm going to miss writing away my feelings, when they start to flow over the top again. And I'm going to miss the small amount of hope, deep down in my heart, that someone someday might chance upon my words, and for whom they might mean something. And all of you. I'm going to miss getting comments and messages from all you lovely people.
This is the only place I've opened up. You're the only people who see me in the light, not in the black mystique of my nonchalant disguises.

It's been pretty great these past 9 months, the first 9 months of my life to let the demons out of my head and to stop holding the struggle all by myself. I've felt so guilty my entire life for feeling so much agony when there are people surviving so much more. My life looks idyllic in comparison. So I've just kept it all to myself, because no one else understands why I can be so hurt all the time, and even I don't understand it. But I'm just sensitive. If you're the only one who hears the high frequency sound of certain, obnoxious electronics, you just feel like a complainer if you mention the annoyance to people whose auditory senses don't register the high-pitched hum. So for me, being able to just write my feelings the way they feel, to stop telling myself they aren't legitimate... has been the voice my silent, tormented soul has been unable to give sound to, until I found EP.
Thank you all for putting up with the sadness in my words, even as it's continued; for not telling me I'm just being too sensitive, or telling me to man up; for not trying to make me feel normal, or making me feel like it's my fault for being different. Thank you for just letting me exist alongside you, just the way I am. Just me. Just different.


How has EP been important in your life? I'd be curious to hear about your experiences and memories here if you wanna write a few words to a stranger who'll read them.

Oh, and if anyone knows of a place similar to EP where I can migrate, I'd hug ya for the info :) Thanks again!

 
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