To All of my Watchers Who May Read This

    Some of you are friends, and others have never spoken to me, but the importance of this message keeps the same importance no matter what.

    I have generally noticed two groups of people in terms of their interactions with others; the venters and the helpers. The venters are those who deal with mental illness, abuse, sexual confusion , bullying, or negligence and seek to let it out by writing have, making art, ect. As a general rule, I do not respond to these articles, being one such venter myself though quite not to the extent as some I hope. I fear I would only make their life more stressful, and many times while trying to help by sharing my less than pleasant experience made them feel that they were less significant or that I found my own problems more important. To this, I apologize for this was not my intention. To you, so that I may avoid making such mistakes again, I tell you that by dealing with these mistake, you are stronger than most people you know. You may feel like these forces that are upon you are too strong to lift on your own, and maybe they are, but I will get to that in a minute. The fact that you carry on each day just shows that you have hope, and I actually feel much less sorry for those who post constant art and journals because they have the ability to let little bits of the blackness in their souls escape. This may not be making any sense, but I press on. Point is, you guys are awesome and their is hope for you yet. You may not feel hope, and you may just want to slap me with a flyswatter labeled "BULLSHIT", but you really aren't alone, and many have made it out in worse situations than you.

    In this next part I will thank those who are even stronger than the venters, and very well may deal with more pain than any of them: the helpers. They lift what you can't lift off your shoulders, balancing it on top of their own problems and the rest they have helped. Some are silent about their own, wishing no further stress on their friends. They have wisdom and kindness past anyone else I may know and yet they often go unrecognized and unthanked. They don't brush your problems to the side, they listen. They care. I wish I could be so brave as to burn myself with other people's fires and maintain the image that I'm fine. They do all they can. I had left deviantart to escape the shame of having to be helped so much, only returning because of a fellow at school who had much in common with me and inspired me to return. When I returned, greeted with open arms by the people I thought would desert me, I realized that my problems were still weighing behind them and they hadn't given up on me. On this second attempt on identity, I will try to abandon my excuses for ignoring those who need me and at least carry the equivalent of that I have dumped on those who have helped me time and time again. You all know who you are. Thank you.

    To conclude, I want to know all of my watchers who have never spoken to me before. Note me or skype me at hellfireanddinosaurs. I am particularly bored as of now and would appreciate anyone responding.