Okay, so get this; you get addicted to alcohol at the age of twelve, at eight, no friends until now and can't trust anything or anyone except two people and a device that could potentially ruin your life, an absurd mind that think of everything but good, four and soon to be five suicide attempts, ghost encounters, unsocial, ugly, out of shape, close to a destroyed home, and an unwanted sense of guilt. I'm confused. I really can't take much more. I can't really leave the role play; this is my home. I'm too timid to even try and talk to other people. I really can't tell you how scared and confused I am. This is probably the millionth time I've called out for help, so I can understand if you % 1,000,000 don't even care about it anymore. I've tried therapy and counseling but neither have helped and I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm probably the most depressed role player on here. And I thoroughly apologize for the way I'm acting. But the only this I really want to stress is that you do not need to care about whatever the hell it is that I'm talking about on here. I'm leaving now.