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I get that many of you are probably doing poorly and some of you are maybe even struggling with some severe health issues. Perhaps you have it rough at work, perhaps some girl is playing with your heart, or perhaps you're just lonely. I don't know what you might be going through tonight, and I'm certainly not going to pretend that I know exactly how you feel. No one has experienced your pain before, even though you might not admit that to yourself. We're probably not so different when it is all said and done. I don't know if it's true, but you're undoubtedly young. You're feeling lost, and maybe angry. You're probably thinking to yourself that this could've been avoided and that it is entirely your fault that you find yourself in your room now, staring into the bright silver screen of a computer when you feel as if you should've been somewhere else. And maybe all that's true. Perhaps it's true. Who's to say? I'm loathing myself so much that I could never reasonably give myself the benefit of certainty in anything, so why treat my situation as determined by faith? I don't know if any of this is making any sense to you. Maybe I'm misguided, and this is all just unnecessary words that no-one will ever read. However, I do believe there to be something in these fragile sentences that I so haplessly type into my browser. I can't do much for you tonight, and maybe I'm selfish enough to do all of this for my good, but I'd like for you to know that I'm here if you ever feel like talking. And if I'm not here, some other faceless person with anxiety, depression, or general melancholy in their hearts will stand by, ready to give you that slight sensation of love and humanity that you've been deprived off for so long. It might not be much, but it is something.
You are not alone, anon. I'm right here with you.
