I'm sorry for your unhappiness. It is painful when you and the one you love go your own ways.

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Now playing: Atelier Iris 1 and Magna Carta 2

Hoping to play: Eternal Sonata and Tales of Vesperia (PS3)

Try not to punish yourself so much with it. I know what it feels like Try and look at all the good things you got right now and those that will come. Stay positive and try to smile once in a while. Also, if it makes you feel better, draw. You are good at it and helps you drain, even if it's just a sketch. At least it helps me when I am depressed.

Also, know that every comment summitted here is a sign of support for you, as a person and as an artist. I really hope you get better and feel like yourself again.

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Proud and so glorious,
standing before of us,
our souls will shine bright in the sky.
When united we come
to the land of the sun,
with the heart of a Dragon we ride!!

Hang in there.

I won't say I know what you're going through, or that I know what you're feeling. I will say that I'm available if you need to talk, and that your DA family is here for you.

~Q

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A Flower does not Bloom to be thanked for its Blossom.

-quoth the Raven.

<sup>Heya ~ I really really don't know what to say.
I want to try and be of some help because from what I know of you {which I'll admit isn't very much at all, considering, but still...} I've only ever seen you as a really nice person who would be really great to know.
I don't think you should feel guilt about anything.

It's so easy to say things like look on the bright side and keeping smiling maybe once a day or something, but from my limited personal experiences I know it isn't always possible to do that.
What I think I can say is don't ever completely give up, something'll always happen and things will get better.
You've always got people you can talk to.
I'm here if you want someone to listen ~ I'm not the best with advice as you've probably noticed but I'm a good listener. Listening is what I do.

I keep thinking up all these little points to say but I don't think any of it is actually helpful...
I do hope you get better. If you don't really feel like being arty ~ just hanging around and listening to music is something I often use to pull myself out of depression, maybe with a sketch here or there if the song makes me think of one.
Virtual hug for you if it should help at all *hug*</sup>

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Emotions turning back on themselves
and not leading on, to thought or action,

is the element of madness.

I was praying for emotional support towards you. (Excuse me if you are not of a praying religion, yet I could not let you suffer!) I did not know you were undergoing heartbreak...

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"For [God's] anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life:[...]" Psalms 30:5

"[...]A passion for Japan is enough for two all-American girls to get by!" Ruby, Moe USA

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By the way, just take as much time as you want, and move on if AND ONY IF you are ready and willing.

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"For [God's] anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life:[...]" Psalms 30:5

"[...]A passion for Japan is enough for two all-American girls to get by!" Ruby, Moe USA

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I'm really really sorry to hear that you've been going through this the fact that you sought professional help is a good thing...I really hope that they can help you through this tough time You will be in my thoughts

I don't know if my small and possibly needless advice helped earlier but there's one last thing I'd like to offer on the matter: I'm only a recent fan who doesn't know too much about you or your works; but the work that I did see was inspiring to me and many others. I know I've said this before but I really hope that this problem will be solved in a way that both of you can live with and I (along with the majority of your fans I'm sure) hope to see more great and inspiring works in the future along with the comfort and assurance that you are ok. <:~)

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Dead Space: Know God, no fear. No God, KNOW FEAR.

F.E.A.R.2: "You're like a pizza at an anime convention. Alma will find and consume you!"

My new avatar is courtesy of :iconMikey114:

i'm sorry to hear that you are unhappy. yeah, breakups can be the hardest thing to go though, it usually ever ends happily.

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"when god made me, he was drunk."

I don't know what to say first. Second or third, for that matter. I'm another person. We've never really talked, and definitely never met in real-life. I don't know you, so I don't know if any part of my response could hurt you. That, essentially, is the story of my life. My upbringing was... odd, so I never really learned how to interact with other people, properly. I've had a sort of social phobia too, that manifests itself in strange ways. I don't really try to hide from people, rather I try to talk to them. But I'm so socially awkward and self-loathing, that if I'm not accepted with open arms, I think that they hate me. I tried acting how other people did, years ago, and hated myself for it. I was selling my soul so they wouldn't hate me so much. High School was where I tried hiding, myself. I was so torn up by that point, I'd sit in the back of classrooms and the corner of the courtyard, just to escape them all. I wasn't even sure WHY. I was just so angry with the direction my life had gone. You try and prepare for the bad things in life, but they're so much worse in-person.

I won't make this all about me. This is for you, but I want you to know where I come from. My issues lie with my parents, what they did to me, and what I did because of them. They acted like a happy couple, but they were liars. When I was 13, my dad ran off without explaining a thing. As soon as he was gone, mom started telling me all these horrible made-up stories about him, so I would hate him too. And it worked, for awhile. We moved and I hated it there. I never had many friends in the first place, and now I had to start over with a fried brain. Before they split, my mom had raised me in near-isolation. Home school. Private academies. Places where my social skills would never develop. I was forced into a public high school, a thousand miles away from home, with my dad missing and my mom going insane. I met a girl, though. She was perfect for me. We talked and laughed. We were in love. And I single-handedly ruined it all. See, I've always been arrogant. Sometimes I'll picture myself as this tragic hero- saving the innocent and punishing the wicked. I'm nothing like that. I got stressed out, couldn't take it anymore, and ran away from her. Just like my dad had done to my mom. Here I hated them. I swore I wouldn't follow their bad example. And in a moment of weakness, I broke a girl's heart and vanished from her life.

I felt so free for a few months. I thought this is just what I needed. I stopped hiding. I got happier. I took a new approach to my life that more-or-less worked. Then it hit me what I had done. To some people, a break-up is nothing. Or at least not enough to wreck them long-term. Me? Heh. I felt like a horrible monster. An absolute demon, undeserving of life or joy. Because I had finally learned what love was. And how much what my leaving her had done. When I did it, I thought she'd be happier. I was depressing. I was angry. I didn't want to hurt her! So I ran away. And hurt her worse than anything I could have said or done. I had been getting out of my depression when I realize this. I sunk to the very bottom that time. The end of the school year was coming up and I wasn't planning on being there for it. Both wrists in the bathtub, right after spring break. I had a plan. But my dad talked to me, on what I thought would be my last time visiting him. He's an idiot. He's a coward. He ran away, leaving me in the care of an unstable housewife. But through sheer DUMB LUCK, he told me what I needed to hear. I told you sometimes I think I'm a tragic hero, right? Well with that comes the thought I'm a warrior. I want to fight for what I enjoy doing, for living, but it takes the right words to get me moving. He, by complete accident, told me what I needed to here.

I didn't tell him about Megan, but I told him about all the little things in school that were killing me inside. His response to what I said, was more or less an aggressive DON'T GIVE UP and fight back. The teachers won't listen. MAKE THEM LISTEN. Kids are making fun of you? So what? They don't know you. You do though. So don't give a crap what they have to say. We only talked for about an hour, but his words stayed in my head. They weren't profound. They weren't brilliant. They were just what I needed to hear. That wasn't the end of my troubles, but I did give up my suicide plan. What kind of a warrior am I if a little pressure makes me kill myself? So here I am. Still broken, but every day I get a tiny bit better. Drakhen, Ma'am... Miss... you are right to feel wronged. Now see here's where it's hard to know what to say. I think he was really wrong, but when you hear someone else bashing someone you care(d) about, it's not easy to take. I mean, after all, I just read your journal. I don't know you. I don't know your life. What right do I have to insult him? But you said you would be willing to hear what other people have to say, and I'll do what I can.

It seems he really couldn't handle that... social paranoia you had. Now see, I've been there before. On occasion I'll see someone out in public who looks like anything could break their fragile little world. Often instead of feeling sorry for them, I think ill of them. Why are they out here if they can't take it? I think. This world has no place for the weak, I think to myself. But that's wrong. The fact they are out there, out here... MEANS THEY ARE STRONG. Even if they're shaking, or hiding in a corner... they are outside of their homes, trying so hard to get along with people! The truly weak people are the ones you NEVER see. The ones who gave up before they stepped outside the door. You tried, Drakhen. You tried so hard to get out there and talk to people and be there for him, but he just couldn't see it. We all have our own issues, but he let HIS get in the way of seeing how hard you were trying to be out there with him. That's not how relationships need to work. You share feelings. You share pain. You share problems, AND WORK THROUGH THEM TOGETHER, and he couldn't do that! He wants to stay friends and keep sleeping with you? Eff him. If he can't see how much you've changed, how hard you've tried, HE DOESN'T DESERVE YOU. You can do better than him. I know it's not easy. But you did what you could, and nothing was good enough for him. And HOW DARE HE use your own depression as a weapon against you! That makes me FURIOUS. Even passive, even if that's just how he acts and not what he says, that's too much. And he tells you how another woman was all over him at a Christmas party. Tch.

That's not how a caring, loving person acts. That's not the way someone you should spend your feelings on, SHOULD ACT. My opinion? My ignorant, unknowing opinion? Find a way to move on, and DO BETTER. Not out of spite. Don't find someone else just to spite him. He's not even worth that. Find someone better, and live happy, BECAUSE YOU DESERVE IT. You are strong. He was just too stupid to see it. Take care, please.

~Jon Hildebrandt.

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"Beneath the skin- the skin and bone. Beneath the skin, I am alone." (lyrics by Collide)