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These are words that I think I've been needing to get off my chest for a while, but really just haven't had a chance to say. So here I go RP Nation, just my thoughts to a random crowd on the internet hoping for some sort of personal closure or ending. This is for me.
I don't know anymore what to feel when I look back on the words I have written and the stories I have been part of. Maybe it's a forlorn wish of a life I yearned for, free from my wants and worries, free from the stress and anxieties of everyday life. Maybe it was the escape that I craved, not so much as a different life, just that chance at freedom. Maybe... I don't know and possibly never will.
I've met some wonderful people here... and maybe I'm looking too much into it, but I'd dare say friends. Fleeting as they were, I do believe these people had an effect on me and my own development as a person. I look back on a scant few RPs I've been a part of and realize how much they meant to me, how they got me through tough times, how they helped me free myself from life. I look back and can't help but grieve for those opportunities I may once had, opportunities lost and futures I could've have possibly made. And I think that's something that is beautiful, that I should cherish and hold close to me. To remember, that is all I can do now. I remember those scant few RPs as pieces of me that I will never get back, but pieces of me I gave willingly in exchange for pieces of others. Relationships forged and broken, memories that I will always have.
These are words that I think I've been needing to get off my chest for a while, but really just haven't had a chance to say. So here I go RP Nation, just my thoughts to a random crowd on the internet hoping for some sort of personal closure or ending. This is for me.
I don't know anymore what to feel when I look back on the words I have written and the stories I have been part of. Maybe it's a forlorn wish of a life I yearned for, free from my wants and worries, free from the stress and anxieties of everyday life. Maybe it was the escape that I craved, not so much as a different life, just that chance at freedom. Maybe... I don't know and possibly never will.
I've met some wonderful people here... and maybe I'm looking too much into it, but I'd dare say friends. Fleeting as they were, I do believe these people had an effect on me and my own development as a person. I look back on a scant few RPs I've been a part of and realize how much they meant to me, how they got me through tough times, how they helped me free myself from life. I look back and can't help but grieve for those opportunities I may once had, opportunities lost and futures I could've have possibly made. And I think that's something that is beautiful, that I should cherish and hold close to me. To remember, that is all I can do now. I remember those scant few RPs as pieces of me that I will never get back, but pieces of me I gave willingly in exchange for pieces of others. Relationships forged and broken, memories that I will always have.
