05-09-2015, 12:09 AM
((note: this started as a switch help thread that got de-railed as I got carried away with what I was writing down.
Seraph is my oldest character in which ive shared many adventures with through a great multitude of roleplaying sites and settings. To me I see him as a symbol of human curiosity and the mad desire to seek it out to often destructive ends. I use him to channel my inner sense of freedom and positive emotions. With a few limitations removed and various changes to his appearance, Seraph is undoubtedly.. me. He is my creation and with all my creations I put a lot of myself into. My drawings are almost all black in white cause that is how I usually see things, and that is the way Seraph sees it. It is or it isn't. Middle ground is no true middle ground but its own option separate and sovereign from the other to. One could say this is my happy self.
But lately its been hard for me to write him as I have been hitting hard times emotionally academically and maybe financially. I am nineteen, having graduated from my highschool with a 4.0 gpa and number 14 as my ranking. I perhaps could have done better if I had actually tried but, I wanted to take the world as it came at me, one at a time. I am the older brother of 4 siblings, who may or may not look up to me. I love them with all that I am. I sacrificed my extra-curricular activities to assure they had a good older brother. With father divorced and constantly kicking and fetching back the step-mom, I had acted as "Atlas" and held my siblings above me.
The job I had during highschool didn't help. They didn't appreciate the hard work I gave them, and caused me much stress from the over-fluctuation of work hours and scheduling. This coupled with the starting of community college, I felt like I was going to crack. I turned to my best friend, the ye olde internet to help vent my frustrations and feelings. I had been roleplaying on forums ever since middle school, and it allowed me to eh.. carry on. This place captivated me with its simplicity I just had to switch to this one. The community is great and I felt at home away from home. Then school, work, and home began to crush me. Although part time at work, I was working full-time hours on top of six college courses I was taking that semester. At home firewood needed to be chopped, chores needed to be done, and siblings needed to be baby-sat. I did it all with a fake-ass smile on my face. I couldn't handle it but i did it anyway without telling anyone I was struggling. I have to look good in front of my siblings to give them something to look forward to in themselves. I had to meet and blow away expectations.
I couldn't get it right. I failed my semester and got suspended from my job. I went through a silent depression and hid it from everyone (which is why I left the first time. Not sure if I mentioned this at all). I crawled out of it with hope of the second semester. I had gotten most of my credits from the first one, so I was still able to attend and I was able to work again, things were looking good. House work got a little easier and I began to smile again. It crashed against me again with my guard down. Work kept lying to me about my hours scheduling, promotion requests, etc while bombarding me with insane hours with a schedule that destroyed my internal clock. I was unable to handle my classes again. and my siblings mom returned to whisper bullshit in their ear to make my sorry ass father even sorrier and shittier, so I had to go to court to testify in his favor and lie just so the kids wouldn't get taken away from him. I got suspended indefinitely from my job and failed my semester. A few weeks later I packed every single bit of anything mine and moved out without telling anyone while they were still in school and work.
I live with my mother for the time being which is nice for once. Father didn't like my mother's side of the family and and often lied and objected to my desire to see her and spend time with her. She has this gun and.. lately for some reason I have been imagining how it would be like just to end it all you know? I've failed everyone I care about's expectations of me. They thought I was going to be great, do something awesome and all I fucking wanted to do was to show them that this is my life and I will decide how it will go. That's what I thought. Im horrified of myself. I don't know what I even want anymore.
I feel numb you know? I feel like I'm rambling but its not rambling if it hurts to put out each word is it?
(WARNING: I'd rather if anyone who has anything negative to say about this at all not even breath in this thread. This is deathly serious and I'm taking this seriously as well. HELP is encouraged here, not constructive criticism or any other bullshit. This is not a joke, this is not a game. I understand that most if not all wouldn't dare do this anyway, but the net and the world are full of trolls, flamers, and ass-face dutch-bags who will stop at nothing to make people suffer at their own amusement. IF this thread wasn't an indicator enough, I am already suffering. To those who think this is nothing compared to their own shit, you are wrong. Different people can only take certain amounts before they shatter, and i am almost there.)
Seraph is my oldest character in which ive shared many adventures with through a great multitude of roleplaying sites and settings. To me I see him as a symbol of human curiosity and the mad desire to seek it out to often destructive ends. I use him to channel my inner sense of freedom and positive emotions. With a few limitations removed and various changes to his appearance, Seraph is undoubtedly.. me. He is my creation and with all my creations I put a lot of myself into. My drawings are almost all black in white cause that is how I usually see things, and that is the way Seraph sees it. It is or it isn't. Middle ground is no true middle ground but its own option separate and sovereign from the other to. One could say this is my happy self.
But lately its been hard for me to write him as I have been hitting hard times emotionally academically and maybe financially. I am nineteen, having graduated from my highschool with a 4.0 gpa and number 14 as my ranking. I perhaps could have done better if I had actually tried but, I wanted to take the world as it came at me, one at a time. I am the older brother of 4 siblings, who may or may not look up to me. I love them with all that I am. I sacrificed my extra-curricular activities to assure they had a good older brother. With father divorced and constantly kicking and fetching back the step-mom, I had acted as "Atlas" and held my siblings above me.
The job I had during highschool didn't help. They didn't appreciate the hard work I gave them, and caused me much stress from the over-fluctuation of work hours and scheduling. This coupled with the starting of community college, I felt like I was going to crack. I turned to my best friend, the ye olde internet to help vent my frustrations and feelings. I had been roleplaying on forums ever since middle school, and it allowed me to eh.. carry on. This place captivated me with its simplicity I just had to switch to this one. The community is great and I felt at home away from home. Then school, work, and home began to crush me. Although part time at work, I was working full-time hours on top of six college courses I was taking that semester. At home firewood needed to be chopped, chores needed to be done, and siblings needed to be baby-sat. I did it all with a fake-ass smile on my face. I couldn't handle it but i did it anyway without telling anyone I was struggling. I have to look good in front of my siblings to give them something to look forward to in themselves. I had to meet and blow away expectations.
I couldn't get it right. I failed my semester and got suspended from my job. I went through a silent depression and hid it from everyone (which is why I left the first time. Not sure if I mentioned this at all). I crawled out of it with hope of the second semester. I had gotten most of my credits from the first one, so I was still able to attend and I was able to work again, things were looking good. House work got a little easier and I began to smile again. It crashed against me again with my guard down. Work kept lying to me about my hours scheduling, promotion requests, etc while bombarding me with insane hours with a schedule that destroyed my internal clock. I was unable to handle my classes again. and my siblings mom returned to whisper bullshit in their ear to make my sorry ass father even sorrier and shittier, so I had to go to court to testify in his favor and lie just so the kids wouldn't get taken away from him. I got suspended indefinitely from my job and failed my semester. A few weeks later I packed every single bit of anything mine and moved out without telling anyone while they were still in school and work.
I live with my mother for the time being which is nice for once. Father didn't like my mother's side of the family and and often lied and objected to my desire to see her and spend time with her. She has this gun and.. lately for some reason I have been imagining how it would be like just to end it all you know? I've failed everyone I care about's expectations of me. They thought I was going to be great, do something awesome and all I fucking wanted to do was to show them that this is my life and I will decide how it will go. That's what I thought. Im horrified of myself. I don't know what I even want anymore.
I feel numb you know? I feel like I'm rambling but its not rambling if it hurts to put out each word is it?
(WARNING: I'd rather if anyone who has anything negative to say about this at all not even breath in this thread. This is deathly serious and I'm taking this seriously as well. HELP is encouraged here, not constructive criticism or any other bullshit. This is not a joke, this is not a game. I understand that most if not all wouldn't dare do this anyway, but the net and the world are full of trolls, flamers, and ass-face dutch-bags who will stop at nothing to make people suffer at their own amusement. IF this thread wasn't an indicator enough, I am already suffering. To those who think this is nothing compared to their own shit, you are wrong. Different people can only take certain amounts before they shatter, and i am almost there.)
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