What are you doing right now?

[EndOfTheEarth]

Besides posting on here and replying to this thread. Original credit for this goes back to Fate and Nathan on MX.

[nathan_p]

Need to vanish for a while, Firefox is irritatingly lagtastic and I need speed, dammit. *engages lurker mode*

[Megan (Fishy)]

Just found an old notebook that I apparently turned into a makeshift diary for a little while. Today's just the day for reading old stuff, isn't it?

[Lamp Post]

XD Yes.

Anything interesting/surprising in it?

[Megan (Fishy)]

I don't know. I'm considering not reading it. It's November of last year, and then skips four months, and then March of this year. Which were my two months for being unstable and emotional.

[Lamp Post]

Ah. . . . .so much like your blog?

[Megan (Fishy)]

Mmm, the earlier posts. The explaining-everything posts. So more depressing, than incriminating or entertaining.

[Lamp Post]

XD Nice.

Is it as vague?
And did you have defenses on that one as well?

[Megan (Fishy)]

I don't know, I assume it's vague, and nope, I only did defenses when I was a little kid. Later, I just went to "screw it, if somebody wants to read it that badly, let 'em, maybe they'll stop being so arrogant."

And no, I didn't just come up with that quote now. It's the first line in this notebook. XD

[Lamp Post]

XD Nice.

*BOL*

[Megan (Fishy)]

O.O Holy shit. Dude, I don't even remember this, but thank you. You and Tara and Flare and Pyro.... oh jeez. If I remember correctly, I talked to you and Tara the most at this time, but I'm not sure. *isn't sure I want to type this up, or let anyone read it* Back in March? You know how I always tell you guys that you helped me stay sane? You have no idea. *is... surprised at myself*

Uhh.... but yeah. Thank you for unknowingly keeping me from making a really bad mistake. Again. >.>

[Lamp Post]

Type it up and let me see?

What happened/ was going to happen?

Uh. . . your welcome?

[Megan (Fishy)]

Nothing.... just, nothing. Just my own stupidity about to prevail again. That, and the threat of being kicked out of my old school just before graduation, which in all honesty was the only place that I have ever in my life felt comfortable and happy, the threat of having to live with my mom while my brother stayed with my dad and.... yeah, it was just all bad. And in my sick, twisted, bordering-on manically depressed mind, bad=no point in living.