Talk:Seddie/@comment-3180503-20140918003639

Sigh...

I was just reminiscing the good, 'ol days when I was 16 and I was psychotically addicted to this place; commenting and making blogs everyday. Things were so carefree back then and I was a happier person.

Don't you hate that moment when life suddenly hits you and you realize that you're not a little kid anymore and you never will be again? You never appreciate life's little joys and pleasures until they're far behind you. In a few years, I will be saying the same thing about my life right now.

I just wish there was a way I could go back and be 15-16, again. Recapture that incredible spark and passion I had and reexperience the surge of youthful spunk and creativity this place gave me.

Then, I remember that how horribly depressed I was in my real life and how I literally used this place as an escape and still use it for those very same reasons to this day. Sometimes I wonder what my life would have been like if I had never looked up "Seddie" on my phone that night and found this place. What would I have done instead? Would I have turned out the same? Did reading the entire Seddie page on my tiny phone screen that night completely change my life in ways I never expected?

Yes, I certainly think it did. Has the insane rollercoaster that it has put me through since all been worth it? Well, I've met an infinite amount of interesting, unique, amazing people. Many of whom have become extremely close friends of mine. And I just keep meeting new people. I've often pondered just leaving altogether, but how can I when all of these people that I connect with and that understand me keep popping up? The true addiciton of this place lies within the incomparable friendships and the immediate feedback you get from them.

Everyday, for a few moments when I visit this place, I take a break from real-life stresses and pressures and the very real judgement and cruelty of others. But it's not a replacement for real life and it can never be that way.

I'm not entirely sure what compelled me to write this bilge. What is life? .-.