Briefly coming out of my self-imposed exile to say rest in piss you fucking ghoul, burn in hell forever

That's extremely sweet of you to say. I hope you would feel the same way if you had all the details but I don't think everyone would. I feel so, so terrible now. I was misled into believing I was doing something good, and fell in love with a persona created just to trick me into doing something wicked. I've already lost a friend over it, and am in serious legal trouble. Serious enough to destroy my entire life if it goes as badly as it could. It's so much worse than what I can let on will make it seem.

Thank you very much. I don't think they will, but stranger things have happened. This is the worst situation I've ever been in in my life, easily.

I'm so sorry, comrades. She was lying to me. So badly I could be in real trouble. And I believed every word.
I might not be around for a while. We'll see. I feel like I've let everyone in my life down, all because I believed someone's lies.

Love a dark & stormy. Rum and ginger is a good combo, plus the name... appeals to me.

So sorry to hear that you've been struggling with drinking again, I know that's a really tough thing to deal with (I fell off the wagon literally yesterday). I hope that circumstances in your life become such that the drinking no longer feels necessary.

Also hell yeah about the past two years being the best of your life. That's amazing, comrade. I hope the next two are even better.

Doing very, very poorly. Haven't gotten through a day without multiple breakdowns in over a week. I can't even tell anymore if I'm sticking around through a tough situation for someone who really likes me and really needs me, or if I'm letting myself be treated poorly by someone who has realized I get very attached. Two temp jobs have fallen through in the span of the last week. What I thought was the best short story I'd ever written got rejected by the fucking magazine. I fell off the wagon with not drinking last night. Everything feels so fucked and pointless.

At my wit's fucking end. Caught strep throat while I was already having a mental health breakdown. I hate being alive.

Depends on where you get it. Underside of your forearms hurts less than a cat scratch.

Haven't really worked food service but working retail (Costco) made me want to [REDACTED] myself and everyone around me

Agreed with you and SorosFootSoldier. Federation was largely a mistake.