CinnamonPop

What is the point? Making more memories of friends slowly running away after giving them all your compassion? Watching them edge away bit by bit until conversations go from once an hour to once a week? No. This is my prison Meson. Let me rot into oblivion and try to regain whatever sanity or image I have left just to squash me back to the ground again. Because this is life. Lucky, Jonas, Stormgiggle, Vulcan, you, and other friends have moved on to something else while I sit here and hope that you all prosper. Hell, server dad Jeric was supposed to be next in the friends' list before I broke originally during your Missionary Trip to Africa.

I still wish you well. I respect that you want to patch things up, but I stick to my morals like glue.