Kingfisher

Oddly sentimental venting session [Trigger warning for deepness and major feels]

Hey, I'm sorry you have to go through this. Depression is probably the worst. Well, i don't know what to call it, it's a lot more than a feeling.

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In my RP (that I'm so glad you joined) my character Aella has a past of an alcoholic mother and a lot of Aella is based on my past. When I was little, my mother drank heavily, swallowed a bunch of pills one night, and had to get her stomach pumped and go to rehab in Scotland for a month. Around the same time, my seventeen year old sister was thrown out of the house, breaking in at night, partying, smoking, sexing it up and all of that. And she dropped out of school and moved to America. (My dad's in the military so we were in Germany)

Fast forward to my seventh grade year, I moved back from Germany and came to The South. And I hated it. I had decided to go to a private Christian school since my neighbor was going there and I wanted to know someone. There, I was bullied. People called me a nazi because I lived in Germany and hitler. While kids joke a lot about WWII and stuff, it wasn't just a joke to me. I had visited concentration camps, I had seen pictures of what the nazis did to the Jewish. A lot of times I would come home crying and one time, I almost started crying during class, so I went to the bathroom and an older student found be crying in there and told a teacher. The teacher came and half-heartedly comforted me, but didn't do much after that and she frankly didn't seem to care. So I checked out. Another thing I was bullied for was my jacket. Every day, hot or cold, I wore a black hoodie that had felt sewed to it to make it look like a dinosaur and it said rawr on the back. The kids would shout rawr at my back every time I stood up, every where I went. It may have seen like a little thing, but it was big to me because it was given to me by my best friend from Germany who now lives in Tennessee. And that year, over Christmas break, we had gotten into a flip over accident while I was visiting her. I had to get my head stapled together and to this day I can't sleep while I'm in a car because I was sleeping when it happened. After seeing therapy, we determined I had clinical depression and the bullying just helped it become noticeable. So I left private school and went to a public school.

However, my mom had started drinking again. And I had fallen deep into a depression even when I was on my medicine. Freshman year, for no reason at all, I had felt like there was no point to living since the world sucked, so I wrote a suicide letter and tried to cut myself. I told my parents out of anger and they called the cops on me. Ten minutes later, I was smiling and laughing as I played with my dog. Turns out im resistant to medicine and had to be put on a mood stabilizer as well as my anti-depressant.

Skip to sophomore year, my mom's alcohosim was at its prime. She had quit her job and she was never sober. I would yell at her, pour her beer down the drain, call her a bitch, I even dented the trash can once, but she didn't try to get help. My dad was what they call an "enabler," he allowed her to continue to drink, he would buy her beer and indulge her habits, because he was afraid that if she ran out of beer, she would climb into her car drunk and kill someone.

Well, one day in the fall, it was near Halloween, I believe, I came home from school. I walk home, since my school isn't far away, and I checked on my mom, and she was asleep per usual in her bed, and I turned on the TV and watched family guy. An hour or so later, I start hearing crying and so I get up and I see my mom crying on her bed, sobbing, drinking a beer. She had attempted to call places to get into rehab, but they were filled, and she was super drunk. Well, she must have hung up on one of the rehab secretaries or something, because she called back and I answered. I told her the situation and how it was just me and I needed to hang up to get ahold of my dad. So, I did, and I tried to call my dad several times, but he wouldn't pick up. The lady called several more times, I picked up every time, and she tried to calm my mom down. I didn't know what to do, so I called my sister who lived two states away. She didn't know what to do and so she tried to call my dad. Well, then the door bell rings and I go and answer it. The lady on the phone had called the cops. They came in, they tried to calm my mom down, and basically told me they could do jack shit. And they stayed there until my dad called back, having left his phone accidentally in the car, and then they left. Once he got home, he whisked my mom away to the hospital to get her vitals checked in order to submit her to rehab. Well, the next day, I wake up and go and watch TV, completely numb inside and pretending nothing happened when my dad just then got home. He came in and told me that my mom had drank 4x over the legal limit. The doctors didn't think she would survive. Lucky for me, she did and went to rehab. And came out in February, sober.

Fast forward to junior year. Ever since I was little, I had been overweight. Obese. Whatever. And I never knew why. I never knew why it had to be me that got rejected by boys because I had dimples on my thighs rather than my cheeks. I did whatever I could: I exercised, I went to fat camp, I starved myself, I tried to make myself throw up, I dieted hardcore and I never lost weight. Gained weight actually. And when I was a junior, I found out that I have PCOS. Rather, poly cystic ovary syndrome. Basically, there are cysts on my ovaries that fuck me up. I only have my period three times a year, it will be hard for me to get pregnant when I'm older, and i gain an obscene amount of weight because my body creates too much sugar. I can't have more than 12 grams of sugar a day. Also, it's a precursor to diabetes!! Yay.

Now, I'm not just telling you this to tell you my whole sob story. I'm just saying, I've had so many reasons to kill myself. So many, and so many times I've thought about it, I really have. But at the end of the day, one thought goes through my head that stops me: what would happen to my dog?

It seems silly and stupid. It really does, but you just need to have one reason to live to stop yourself. Whether it be your dog missing you, or your friends, or whatever. If you can't find one, get a fucking dog. It legitimately works. If I died, who would cuddle with my dog at night? Who would feed my rats and poke my gerbils tummies and accidentally scare my hamster?

I'm sorry this happened to you and you've had to feel this way, but I hope you find a reason to live like I have<3 I'm always here

@Apokalipse

I'm sorry for not responding sooner, I missed your post :/

I feel like depression just consumes pretty much everything, and people who haven't experianced it don't really understand it. My ex would always rant and rave about how she had depression and managed to pull herslef out of it, and how weak I was just because I couldn't, and that there was nothing else anyone could do for me and how I was ruining our relationship by not getting better. I feel like people have sympathy for those suffering, but it runs out very quickly.

That all sounds so terrible, it breaks my heart that you had to endure that :/ my parents are like my rock, I don't know what I'd do if there was ever a situation where they were in such a vulnerable state. I remeber when we couldn't afford to send my sisters to private school and my Mum just broke down crying and it was such a weird and human side of her that'd I never really seen before.

Some boys are right shallow arseholes, but I think shitty people will always just be shitty people. Please don't feel like you need to change your body to make others happy. I know it easy for me to sit here and preach about inner beauty blah blah blah, but I really do believe that sexy is something which we find in ourselves, and not in the eyes of others. My ex was a bigger girl, but she was alot smaller than she used to be. I'd look back at old photos of her, when she was bigger, and she just looked so much happier. There was this awesome, giggly side to her that I loved, and still do love, but then there was this awful cold side which I think had been forced onto her, and when I saw the old photos of her she just looked so much more like that awesome giggly person I'd fallen in love with. I guess what I'm trying to say, in my odd manner, is that there are plenty of guys out there who prefer bigger women, or who aren't so blinded by preconceived notions of attractiveness that they can't see the true beauty in someone. I'd like to think I fall somwhere between the two.

Thank you for your kind support, your words have reachly resignated with me <3 I'm here if you need me too, and I look forwards to RPing with you in the near-future! :D

Oddly sentimental venting session [Trigger warning for deepness and major feels]

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I'm a mothering person by nature. I mother everyone. That's probably why I attract lazy assholes; 'cause they see someone who will take care of them or whatever. At least that's what my counselor (who is not a real shrink, but has been more helpful than the real one eve was) thinks.

The worst part was the lack of sex. I went almost two years without sex. It was awful.
I make jokes about terrible things to make them seem less serious and it's honestly a really bad habit that I use to try and hide the way I feel.

Things really aren't much better. I just... Every time he creates a mess for me, I just clean it right up without complaining. He knows that I'm on the brink of insanity here and he knows how hard it is for me to let him into my life again, and yet he keeps making more and more demands. Last time he was here to visit our daughter, he demanded that he get her for Christmas and that if I refused, he'd sue me for full custody. He's never going to get full custody, but the threat is enough to really mess with me head. I'm not going to just deliver her over to a person she doesn't even trust, though, so I'll jut have to endure the courts and all that if he actually goes through with it.
But I guess I'm coping all right. I'm not crying as much as I used to and when I do, I'm not hiding away to do it. I don't feel like hurting myself in any way (or hurting my daughter, which was the case during my birthing depression; it was so awful to have thoughts like that). I'm more or less forcing myself to eating and sleeping right, even though I don't really feel like it.

I sort of feel like I'm whining, though, 'cause my situation really isn't all that bad as what some are going through...

How are you doing? Are you coping all right?
And if you don't mind me asking; How old are you?

@The Mad Hatter

I feel like I need mothering alot, so I'm worried I am/will turn into one of those lazy arseholes. I'm alot more dependant on other people then I'd like, which I guess is why I'm taking this break-up so badly.

That sounds awful :/ I can't imagine what that'd be like o.O hopefully I find a meaningful relationship in the near-future, and not two years time. I do the joke thing alot too. I sort of use it as a cry for help, but I feel like people just tend to go 'haha funny joke' and assume that everything's okay, without thinking about the deeper implications, which I suppose is my fault for not outright admitting that I'm not okay.

Although when I do ask for help, it dosen't seem to work. I text my ex telling her that I might have broken my neck and her response was 'Good. Now you can't be with other girls', and its things like that which have made me abit paranoid and reluctant to ask for help.

I'm really sorry to hear that :( Hopefully one day enough will be enough, and you won't feel like you need to clean up after him anymore. Acknowledging the problem is the first step, and it seems like we're both able to do this. You've acknowledged that your daughter's father is a bad prescence in both of your lives, and I've ackonwledged that my ex is a bad prescence in my life. I guess we both need to figure out how to stick to our guns and try and cut them out. Anyone who treats you this badly, and dose things like steal your life savings, dosen't deserve to be allowed access to your daughter, and to potentialy have an influence on her.

I'm glad that your thoughts of self-harm have passed, that's a whole new can of worms which can really just make everything seem so much more awful. I get thoughts about hurting people close to me too sometimes (alot more than I'd like) but they're just thoughts at the end of the day, and no matter how much they make us hate ourselves I think everyone gets them.

You're not whining at all! saying that we can't be sad because other people have it worse is like saying we can't be happy because other people have it better. Everyone has their own struggles, and that dosen't make what we're going trough any less serious or important.

I'm not doing as well as I'd like, without being too melodramatic. I want to start a new page, and not just find someone else to love but also find ways to take care of myself, and become more self-sefficent. I'm still in Hospital right now, but I should be starting cognitive behavioural therapy soon, which I'm hoping will help.

How about you? Are you coping?

Oh, I'm 17, 18 in December. D'you mind if I ask how old you are?

Oddly sentimental venting session [Trigger warning for deepness and major feels]

Oh, you poor thing. I feel like mothering you, but you probably wouldn't like that very much. I wish I could send you hugs through the internet.

I wish I could tell you that "true love does exists", because it really does, but for most people it just takes too long to find it, I guess. My parents are a brilliant example of the fact that it does. They met when they were sixteen, stated dating at seventeen and have now been together for thirty years, through three awful kids (me and my bros), sickness, false accusations of crimes and all sorts of going uphill. They chose to get married this spring and declare their love eternal for real. It was beautiful and it renewed my own diminishing faith in the whole concept of love.

I've been so far the drain that I attempted to commit suicide, myself, which only resulted in some minor brain damage and my liver and kidneys being, well, pretty roughed up. It didn't make me feel better at all, even after a long time and I was just sad that I wasn't dead. I wanted to try and do it again and I was sure that it'd really kill me this time, since I was already worn from the first time. Luckily, my mom found out what I was trying to do and I got the professional help that I needed. Not that it actually helped me any, but, yeah.

After my depression, when I was still trying really hard to fight it, I met a guy (yeah, yeah, that old story). I thought he was great and all that and we ended up dating. He was funny and kind and did all sorts of great things for me. After six months, we moved in together and he changed completely. He got lazy and stopped spending time with me, like for real. We didn't even really have sex anymore, which is very important to me because... well, sex is awesome. He also got aggressive. He yelled at me a lot and threw things when I raised my voice back and I was honestly a little scared. I wanted to break up with him, but it was just too messy and when I tried talking to him, saying that I was going to leave him if he didn't change, he would promise me the sky and then do the exact same things a week later. I was so sad all the time and I started skipping school and stopped eating and I knew I was depressed again, but I didn't want to acknowledge it. So I suffered in misery.
After about a year of living together, I suddenly started getting sick. Like, I'd throw up everything I tried eating, which was weird because I barely ate anything. I went to the doctor and they took some blood and I found out that I was pregnant. 3 months pregnant, even though I was on the pill. When I told my boyfriend, he seemed really happy. I told him that it meant that some changes really had to happen, because he didn't have a job or anything and he needed to start helping out around the house. He didn't do shit. I kept nagging at him, getting more and more depressed the entire time. Eventually, he decided that he didn't want to be a dad and left. He left me with the bills for our apartment and everything, but not without taking my entire savings with him.
So, I was pregnant, alone and living in an apartment that I had no possible way of paying for on my own. I gave up the apartment, moved back in with my parents and started scraping up whatever little amounts of money I could.
I eventually did give birth to a beautiful baby girl and for the week we were admitted to the hospital, I was happy as can be. When we got home, though, I was hit by a birthing depression and it was all just perfectly awful again.
I eventually got over that, too, when my baby was about six months old. I moved out of my parents' house, got my own place, met a new guy, started school again and really turned my life around. I was happy for a while.
Then, about a month before my daughter turned 1, her dad decided that he wanted to be part of her life. I let him, of course. I shouldn't have. He's giving me so much shit again and I can just feel the darkness descend on me again, but this time I have a wonderful daughter, an understanding and patient boyfriend and my whole family tree backing me up, so I think I'll eventually pull through.

Whew... That was some ramble. Sorry 'bout that. I guess I was up for venting, huh?

@The Mad Hatter

Eh, some mothering would nice, I'm always up for mothering! :P

That sounds really awful, I'm so sorry you had to endure all of that :/ It sounds like you've been immensly strong to keep going. I can't begin to imagine how much suffering you've had to put up with, but as someone whose fallen victim to the two-faced nature of people and the sudden lack of sex (sex is awesome) my heart goes out to you.

I hope things are a little better now. Are you managing to cope okay? I hope your new boyfriend takes good care of you. Your parents sound like really lovely people, I'm so happy for them! :D

Thank you for sharing, it feels really nice to connect with someone.

Oddly sentimental venting session [Trigger warning for deepness and major feels]

Well, I have never myself been in a similar situation, but I do know it is difficult to go through your parents splitting up (Especially cause I was the cause of mine splitting up, Don't ask, long, depressing story) but I eventually got through it. I do hope that you will be able to get through this and come out a stronger person.
Another peace of advise that I'd give to you is try and get a letter from a loved one and each day look at that letter and realize that there are people out there that make life worth living, that even if you have a bad day, that you know that they deep down love you.

@TheSage

I'm sorry to hear about your parents. I won't pry, but I hope things are better now.

I've got a few bits and pieces from loved ones that I like to go over, and they do help at times. I guess I could try referring to them abit more when things go badly.

Thanks for the response :)

Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

Hestia Wintergerald

|Hestia Wintergerald|

Name:

Hestia Annabel Theodora Wintergerald

Gender:

Female

Age:

17

Year:

6th Year

Blood:

Pureblood

House:

Tituba

Pet:

"Lord" Baconsby- The Tea Cup Pig

Electives:

Alchemy

Muggle Studies

Care of Magical Creatures

Clubs:

Dueling Club

Magical Creatures Club

Boggart:

Banshee

Patronus:

Raven

Wand:

Blackthorn with a dragon heartstring core

Best Class:

Defense against the dark arts

Worst Class:

Herbology

Strengths:

Has a definite matriarchal charm

Immensely determined

Self-motivated

Weaknesses:

Over/compulsive eater

Stubborn

Unable to admit when wrong

Personality:

Hestia is a well-humoured and flirtatious young woman, with a warm smile and a big heart. She cares strongly for those close to her, although she is a bit too quick to pass judgments on others, and is very set in her own ways.

She has a soothing, motherly side to her which is accompanied by a strong desire to protect her friends. Occasional bouts of depression are not uncommon for the young witch, and she can easily think herself into a black mood.

When the time arises, Hestia acts as a natural leader, and has the quick-thinking and calculating mindset to see her through difficult situations.

Hestia's sensitive side exists, but its buried beneath the layers she gained from dealing with bullying and victimization for a good portion of her life. She has a soft, vulnerable spot, but only those who truly do get close to her will have a chance to see it.

Her over-eating and occasional slobish tendencies are her greatest downfall, as she has been know to sit in bed for days on end with a big pile of something tasty.

Possessing an autistic streak, Hestia sometimes stands out a little in social situations, but is generally well-meaning and kind in her intentions. However, her fiery temper is truly something to behold, and her high degree of empathy bestows her with the ability to well and truly understand how to cause others pain, making her wrath painful to say the least.

Likes:

Partying

Pushing the limits

Philosophy

Dislikes:

Tasteless jokes

Uncaring behaviour

Hangovers

Fears:

Being alone

Others growing tired/sick of her

Her own obsessive nature

Biography:

The Wintergerald's are an ancient Wizarding family, whose origins date back before the War of Independence. Once prestigious English noblemen, the Wintergeralds moved to the colonies, and ended up immigrating to America.

Setting up in South Carolina, the Wintergerald's became prominent members of both the political and religious scene, and were active members of the confederate states during the civil war.
After the south 's defeat, the Wintergerald family retreated form Muggle affairs almost entirely, becoming a secluded cabal of purebloods.

Hestia Wintergerald was born in Columbia, South Carolina to wizard parents, and was heavily integrated into the magic community from birth.

From an early age she had a problem with overeating, and was ridiculed and bullied for it at the muggle school she attended during her younger years.

Inspite of this, Hestia grew up as a strong and confident young woman, whose matronly qualities and good humour attracted others to her, meaning that she was never short of friends.

Her acceptance letter to Salem came through promptly, and Hestia has spent the rest of her schooling days as a member of Tituba House. She is a bit of a party animal, but has otherwise seamlessly integrated herself at Salem. Hestia has found acceptance amongst her peers, and is generally well-liked, if considered a little intense and melodramatic at times.

Relationships:

Allea Strand:

“If I had to call someone a rival for my position as group ‘mother’, then it would be Allea. She’s kind-hearted down to an art, and always seems to have time for everyone else. Part of me envies her dedication to her friends, but another part of me knows that someone that caring must have some pretty awful demons of her own. I feel like we’d have alot to chat about if we got past all the bullshit exteriors, but I can’t see that happening anytime soon.”

Hestia has immense respect for Allea, and the kind manner in which she treats all of her friends. While she wouldn’t really consider them buddies, Allea is someone who she’d be more than happy to sit and talk to.

Aurelia Faulkner

“If Aurelia came to me and said ‘I need your help burying a body’ my response would be ‘what time? what place?’ We’re the best of friends, and I can’t decide if my feelings towards her are that of a big sister, a loving mother, or a potential crush. Piercings are sexy okay? Leave me alone! I feel like I can really be myself around her, and I know that she feels the same way back to me. The other gals and guys are always about if I need a laugh, but if shit is about to get serious then Aurelia will 100% be my first call.”

The two girls confide in each other, and have one badass friendship. If you cross one you better be sure there’s hell to pay, as you’ve just managed to piss off two sassy witches.

Echo Halcyone

“Echo’s great fun! If I ever want to go out and get hammered she’s always up for a night out. I feel like she dosen’t respond to my mothering as well as some of others, but I guess that’s just one less job for me, so I’m not complaining. I’d say our relationship lands somewhere between close acquaintances and friends. She’s someone I can just kind’ve switch my brain off and have a good time with, and that’s a breath of fresh air.”

Hestia and Echo have a reasonably friendly relationship. They chat often, but its generally about pointless and hollow things, without much real depth to their conversations. Hestia has a high opinion of Echo, but she’s not really someone she’d go to if she was feeling down.

Lu Ziya

“Mostly harmless.”

“Alright! Alright! I don’t really know what to say about his supreme redness...I’m sure he’s lovely, and I’ve never found a reason to dislike him, but the whole ‘mask’ deal is a little bit unnerving. Given the chance to chat, I feel like we’d get along, but the right opportunity hasn’t presented itself yet, and it doesn't seem like either of us is making big strides to talk anytime soon.”

Hestia has never really spoken to Lu properly, and is generally quite cautious around him. She’s naturally curious about what secrets lie beneath his smiling exterior, perhaps a bit more than she should be.

Cassandre LaFlamme

“Cassandre is someone who's always looking out for others, and that’s something I can really respect. She’s one of those people you’d have to actively try to dislike, and I’m not the type of person to go around looking for a fight (contrary to what my ex-boyfriend might lead you to believe). Good taste in music too! I like this one.”

Hestia regards Cassandre with a warm smile and an even warmer hug, and always has plenty of time to spend with her. Her attraction towards her is purely friendship-based, though.

Amelia Averyonna

“Can’t say I spend much time hanging around first years, but Amelia seems like a sweet kid. She likes to keep to herself, like alot of folks seem to, and I guess the older children must seem quite intimidating to her.”

Hestia doesn't really have a well-formed opinion on Amelia, but thinks only good things about her.

Carlo Valentine

“You know that one person who everything always seems to go right for? That suave douchebag who knows how rugged and handsome they are? That’s Carlo Valentine. Everything about him pushes my buttons, and I can’t decide if I want to punch him or french kiss him. Either way, I’d be dreaming about it for weeks afterwards.”

Outwardly, Hestia is exceptionally hostile to Carlo, and appears to harbour a searing disdain for him. She has a few below the waist feelings for him, but nothing she’d ever be caught dead admitting to.

Ariadne Tune

“Merlin’s beard, I just wanna hug her and tell her everything's gonna be alright! She’s such a sweetheart! She seems like the loner type, and I don’t wanna cramp her style, but I hope we get a chance to talk properly at some point.”

Hestia sort of admirers Ariadne from afar, and finds something very endearing and attractive about her whole demeanor.

Edgar Whitby

“I wish the guys here would stop being so frickin’ attractive! Smart is supposed to be the new sexy, but Edgar seems to have both of those going for him -not that he’d ever realize it-. He’s pretty shy and introverted, but he’s good for a laugh too!”

Hestia goes a little doey-eyed for Edgar at times, but generally considers him to be a good mate. Her feelings aren’t strong enough that she’d ever act upon them, but that doesn't mean she’ll think twice about stealing a few alluring glances.

Emily Geralds

“Like a good tub of ice cream; Chill and Open. Emily isn’t someone who causes alot of drama, and that’s really quite refreshing. She clearly cares about her academics alot, but I’m not about to pick on someone for being invested in their education. A little bit stubborn, but who am I to criticize?”

Hestia seems something of herself in Emily, and is drawn to her calm and out-going personality.

Troy Franklin

“That kid is -SERIOUSLY- wise beyond his years. I just wanna find whoever put him through all that crap and suckerpunch them! He’s a right hard-ass ,for such a little guy, and I feel like his is a name we’ll be hearing alot of as the years tick by.”

Hestia can’t help but feel sorry for the first year, and looks at him the way people look at cute pictures of cats on the internet.

Theme:
Vide Cor Meum https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2Wv5AvqzfE

Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

<Snipped quote by Kingfisher>

Just a tad bit more on the personality (: Other than that, she looks great ^_^

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Loooove her! She's accepted (:

@Apokalipse

Given Hestia's personality abit of a boost.

Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

Oh, for anyone who's wondering: this was the process that resulted in Aurelia's creation.

@Nightwarden

It all makes sense now.

Salem Witches' Institute [Harry Potter]

Oh I can't wait for this! I won't be able to get my CS up until later tonight but it will happen!

@Ghost Butt

If there isn't at least one mention of a spectral posterior I'm going to be very very disappointed.

Oddly sentimental venting session [Trigger warning for deepness and major feels]

So, I've been on this incarnation of the guild since the beginning, but I've never really had a poke around these parts before, and I thought I'd give it a gander.

Just to clarify; the intention here is to get some things off of my chest, and to maybe form a little support group for those of us who've taken a knock or two in recent times.

A couple things have gone wrong for me recently, the first of which was the diagnosis of depression, which then had abit of a knock on affect. I've felt like a zombie for the longest time, and now I've lost my girlfriend of nine months.

We were VERY (probably abit too) close for what felt like a very long time, and I'm tripping all over myself trying to get back on my feet. I know the smart thing to do is just to move on, but whenever I see her or hear her voice I want to go running straight back and drop everything. There was a time when it looked like we were gonna get back together, but that's passed now, which is definitely for the best, I guess. Still hurts like incendiary butt buggery, though.

Next comes the parents splitting up. Now, I'm of the mind-set that if two people cant be happy together then I'd rather they were happy apart, but that doesn't change the fact that the two people whose commitment to each other I've always adorned are now separating. Coupled with me and my (ex) girlfriend parting ways, it kind've feels like all relationships will inevitably end, and that bums me the fuck out. Oh also, we're gonna loose the house I grew up in, which sucks an extra-large bag of camel dick.

In my depressed foolishness, a variety of suicide attempts followed, mostly as an after thought of me running into my ex. Yeah, I'm pretty obsessed with her, and I need to get over her ASAP.

So anyway, after an attempted hanging I blacked out and woke up in an ambulance, and now I'm just kind've chilling under 24 hour surveillance in Hospital.

Any of you guys in similar positions? D'you have any advice for me? Would anyone else feel like just venting for abit?

There's an element of anonymity to the guild, which could be quite helpful in this sort of set-up.

I'm gonna need some help getting through the next few however longs, and I'm sure I'm not the only one. I hope we can achieve something good here.

The Outlander [Sci-fi Epic Adventure]

@Kingfisher WEll... can't say I expected that... poor ol' captn. Well then a lil' question for you in this case. How much time does it take to drain someone from their essence? I imagine it's quite painful too? Also does the amount of essence change if the person is near death too?
Well that became a few lil questions :3

@rivaan

Heh, I like to keep things interesting! Ehmm, depends on how powerful an Essence user they are/how much they have in their body. Between half a minute and 15 minutes.