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- March 1
Eirika & Ephraim
Gone Fishing, Female, from Nowhere
I’m almost sixteen. I think it’s time to find a different hobby and quit dreaming. We might cross paths again, but you’ll never know it. Dec 6, 2018
- March 1
I think it’s long past the time people will miss me.
I remember the old Wynn really well. We had an active shoutbox and the infamous smashbox. You could still edit your messages there. I had fun with that. I still played Wynn a little. I was actually only 11, but I had my account set to the birth year of 1998 to get around that. My name was ScoutsCode, because I loved playing Teemo on League of Legends.
Eventually I stopped playing Wynn. The grind was simply too long. But I stayed for the Forum Game section. There really is nothing like it that I’ve found. Absolutely no place has what they have. I loved the community. Everyone tried really hard to produce quality content like RPs and games, some of which are still going. It was more active then.
I guess everything just kind of got to me. I found out I was gay, had an aching crush on this girl from my school, and was diagnosed with depression. I ran away from home a lot. I left the forums for a long, long, time. All my RPs removed me. But I joined again. And left again. I couldn’t bring myself to dedicate anything. Early this year I ran to the train tracks to kill myself and ended up just crying as it passed by instead.
Wynn hasn’t ever been the same since the very first time I left. All of my friends moved on. I used to constantly get rip messages on my profile. Some of my friends, I’ll admit, I cannot remember their usernames.
I guess I always knew I was a piece of shit. Not really look wise or smart wise. I think I’m decently smart, and I only dig into my looks when my real life crush is around. I am a piece of shit personality wise.
I have so many arguments with the people here. Very rarely does anyone click with me. Most people I interact with, we end up in conflict. Even people I sort of respect. And I know they’re most of the time not right, but neither am I. Usually I’m drafting an apology because I hate when people think of me like that. All of you real people. Sometimes I can literally feel my heart tightening when we get into conflict. Whenever I can’t type that apology I get in too deep, and I leave again.
I guess I should have left with my friends. I should have stayed dead. Now they’ve moved on without me.
It’s time to move on too.
Sorry to everyone I pissed off. I know you probably won’t ever read this, but you might.