"There must be a way out of here. If we can find a way out, I can take care of that man..." She suddenly took out a pocket knife, smiling at it as if it were a close friend. She looked over at the machines and then on the floor. "I wonder if there are any entrances to the sewers nearby..." She said, cringing at the thought of walking through rancid water, but not caring if it got both of them out alive. Bloom started walking around quietly, in case if the man was nearby. She didn't want to think about what would happen if the man heard them walking around.
"My name is Bloom... that's all you need to know." She said, looking at Nick. "Do you have any idea where we are? What the man looked like? I heard a man's voice as I was captured, but I was ambushed from behind... I remember what he said very well..." "I know you... I know who you are, and what you do... my life was ruined... because of YOU... You're going to regret everything you've done, I'll assure you..." Bloom shook her head, "His voice was heavy, he was gasping, I'm guessing he ran quite a long way to get me. What I don't understand, why are you here? You seem innocent. Maybe he really is evil." As she got a better look at Nick, Bloom realized he looked rather ill. She then wondered what the man gave both of them, as it was obviously some sort of knock-out item. 'Was it poison?' She thought, studying Nick's expression a bit more, feeling a bit worried for both of them.
I don't really care all too much for appearance. Personality-wise: - Nice - Trustworthy - Funny - Caring and I really like it when I can talk to someone about anything without fear of being judged. Interests would be vidya games.
I have VERY bad paranoia, and because of that I think everyone is against me. When I hear people laughing, I look to see if they're laughing at me. I think everyone hates me. I feel fat, even though I'm almost underweight by medical standards. I've considered suicide several times, but realized it would get me nowhere. I have Synesthesia, the type where I see words/letters/numbers/names with a certain color. I figured out at the age of four that not everyone has it, I told my Jr. K teacher I know odd and even numbers apart and left and right apart because they had different colors. My school went as far as telling my parents to put me in a mental hospital. Now I like to confuse/freak people out by saying their name's color. I'm very, very, very clingy. I'm technically bisexual. I'm not ready to say why I'm technically bisexual. PM me if you really wanna know, I guess. When my knee started popping out of its socket randomly, I told my doctor I took an arrow to the knee. I feel terrible for saying that. (Not so serious, but still.) I was a very sheltered child, so I'm mostly watching movies that came out when I was a child and watching cartoons now, as a fifteen year old, and I feel ashamed for that. I'm deathly afraid of thunderstorms and being the one shunned out. Mostly because I was literally mute for most of my elementary school 'career' due to being isolated from everyone else on purpose. The thunderstorms fear, I really don't understand. I've just had it ever since I was really young. For the longest time, I did everything I could to have straight hair. People at my school made it seem like curly hair was the ugliest thing ever. Now people are saying they're jealous of my curls. It's one of those moments where you wish you could yell "I told you so" in their face. I feel terrible for wanting to do that. That's all I can think of right now. *Shrinks off into a corner*
Very curly, thick, frizzy, light brown hair. When I straighten it, it goes down to the middle of my back, otherwise it almost touches the middle of my back.
Five year old me... ... ... um... I don't remember what I was like when I was five... but I'm pretty sure my five year old self would call me a nerd...
-I'm deathly afraid of thunderstorms (Wigglz can prove this true). I don't know why, but I always have been, and it's really bad when a thunderstorm hits when I'm in school. -I talk to myself. A lot. -I've never watched Hercules or Tarzan. -(Damnit I forgot this one), I have a rare... what would you call it... condition, I think, called Synesthesia. There are many types of it, but mine is where every letter, number, or word has a certain color. I realized not everyone has this when I told my Jr. K teacher I knew left and right, odd and even numbers apart because they had different colors. The teacher told my parents I needed to go to a mental hospital.
No, get out, we're full. Jaykay, welcome back. Don't get too crazy, you remember what happened the last time you did. c:
I use Google Chrome because it doesn't take up so much memory. I can play MMORPGs while having Chrome up. I couldn't do that with IE or Firefox.
Six?! Lucky! I remember when I found my first diamond, there was lava nearby, and I was SQUEEEEing so hard I fell in the lava. Fail. :D All the slimes I've seen spawn in caves. They usually make a sound close to lava, except it's sort of a "plop~ plop~" instead of "gloop~ gloop~" I dunno how to describe the sounds ; U ; lol Like this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gU37TIBpjPg
Yay Minecraft! I've found slimes many times, but I have a hard time finding diamonds. No problem finding lava, though. Grrrrrr. XD
I'd like to hope it's healthy, thank you for your kind words. :) Therapists I've been to have told me one of the classic symptoms of depression is loss of interest in many things, and it being almost impossible to get interested in something. I've definitely had this, especially with things like TV and video games. One of the main differences in when I was younger with supposed depression and me now with depression is that when I was younger I could sit at the TV for hours and just watch TV shows or play video games. Now when I sit in front of the TV, I constantly look at the clock, pretty much thinking 'When is this gonna be over?' the entire time. With video games, I usually can't last more than 5 minutes on one game. Things like that. It's extremely frustrating. Along with my depression, I'm also extremely shy (as many people see on this forum and especially on Skype in calls) and I have extreme paranoia and trust issues. I usually wonder how I could trust one person so much. I can't make friends very easily and once I do, I usually get wayyyyy too suspicious and end up ruining the friendship. It's also happened with serious relationships as well. Also extremely frustrating, but I don't need help on that, just putting it out there that I also have a difficulty with these things. Thank you Petter, it means a lot :) Pretty much what I said with Misty's reply, loss of interest is a b*tch. It's extremely difficult to gain interest in something right now, and it's also extremely frustrating. I also don't know about running, but I guess I could try that with swimming. Knee issues right now (No one better make a goddamn arrow to the knee joke), so running wouldn't be a smart idea. And yes, I've tried seeking professional help, but I just really do not like therapists. They usually get a bit too personal for my liking. I know I sound bratty saying that, but most of the therapists I went to were asking me stuff that I just really didn't feel comfortable sharing with them. I really, really do not want to go to a therapist. I'll talk to you later then, thank you. :) But I will say I am kind of liking and getting into My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. That's a start, right? . w .
"Bloom, if you keep doing stuff like this, we'll never have a place to live!!" Nacho yelled, not caring if she reacted badly or not. Bloom glared at the much older man, "The people reminded me of my parents," she looked at her pocket knife, "I had to do something." She chuckled, watching the blood drip down from the knife. Nacho sighed as he flipped back his long, blonde hair, "You realize this sort of stuff is illegal, right?" He said slowly. Her short, white curls bounced as she was studying her surroundings. She rolled her eyes, "Thank you, Captain Obvious." She snapped. Her young, innocent voice never matching with her much older speech mannerisms. They were hiding in a forest. A bit cliché, but it was the only place they could make quick ground without being caught... for now. Bloom skipped through the trees, getting dirt on her bare feet, this did not seem to bother her. Nacho, on the other hand, was obviously bothered, "You're a dirty little girl. We need to get you some shoes." "Well then, we need to get you a haircut." Bloom smirked, knowing she hit a nerve. Nacho sighed, grabbing his middle-back-length hair, "Fine... just wash them off before you sleep." She chuckled at the word 'sleep', "Let's set up camp in a cave, or a clump of trees. We've walked far enough." "Are you sure, Bloom...?" Nacho dusted off his khaki pants, "I just don't want them to know where we went." Bloom nodded,"I'm sure. Maybe you should brush the hair out of the front of your eyes, so you're not as recognizable." Nacho shook his head quickly, "I'd look terrifying..." She shrugged, "You're a weird kid. Help me gather up some fire wood." He nodded, beginning to pick up loose twigs that were spread around the spot they picked.
Well, in all honesty, there's one person I'd feel comfortable telling these things to (and he already knows, and has been very patient with me, which I really thank him so much for). No disrespect was taken, I see what you mean't by that. Suicide doesn't get me anywhere, just means I've given up. I'm not a quitter. As for how bad my depression is, it's as bad to be with me from a very young age, if that helps any.
Hey KHV, I've been around here before (and I've gotten some good advice the last few times!), this time I need some help with depression. I've had depression for the longest time, my parents have noticed it in me even when I was a little kid. These past two weeks will probably be without a doubt some of the toughest weeks in my life, and I don't wanna sound whiny by saying why: Spoiler: backstory First of all, in two days I would've been when I go to MTAC (Middle Tennessee Anime Convention), it's a big annual thing for me, it's a minor part of my depression that I didn't get to go. It's really not that important. This is why we can't go... In the evening of March 24th, my mother had to be taken to the ER with severe abdominal pain and a very high fever, I believe the highest it got was somewhere around 103F. She was diagnosed with Diverticulitis (an intestinal disease that has no cure that I know of), and had to stay in the hospital for 6 days. She was released on the Friday of the same week with an IV in her arm that goes to her heart. She has to have this until April 7, the saturday I'd be going to MTAC. Then on April Fools Day, my great grandmother passes away from complications of Alzheimer's disease. I mean that's upsetting enough, but the really upsetting part comes into play right here: No one believed me, I didn't even believe it at first (then I realized it's really cruel to joke about death). So the following day I was, well, bullied all day for 'joking about death'. Then on Tuesday I go to the visitation part of her funeral and see her for the first time in a very long time. Then it really kicks in to me that she's dead. You know there's that little part when someone close to you dies where you feel like they're still around, just hanging around somewhere else. That was the time I realized she really was gone, and it hit hard. So, what else can go wrong, right? Sorry for that tl;dr backstory. But is there any ways to cope with depression other than pills and therapy? I already have some friends who are helping me through it, and I really, really appreciate their patience with me. Thank you for any advice/prayers/thoughts, however you help, it means a lot to me. :)
That's probably why he does those shows and this movie in the same style... for money. That's sad.
Oh god, those feels. My mother is like one of those helicopter parents, she wants to know everything to the what, when, where, why, because. I'll be eating dinner and she'll ask those questions all in the same order... it's ridiculous. I know she cares about me, but there's a point where it's too much. She'll argue about my answers afterwards. But my dad's cool with me, he just lets me do whatever.
My name was under the 'white trash name' list at around 2:00 ;_; But this movie also looks like any other show he did, except it's with real people. He even used a mix of Family Guy voices for the bear. Come on, really?
No one is sexy like Gaston. ;)
If this is an April Fools joke from Adult Swim, that would be very, very cruel. But damn it, I missed Toonami.
