Indeed they can.

Here's my first, the one that got me the job. I love writing and I love gaming, doing both simultaneously is doubly fun.

Thanks

Breddy good.
One day I might score a review gig.
Designing, writing, voice acting (maybe) , why not reviewing

Sad text block, warning I guess.

Two nights ago I was shocked to hear a rumor going around that one of my friends (Let's call him "Dan") had died. I was in disbelief at first, then skeptical of the source of the information. It was from a kid ("Bill") who would know jack-shit about Dan. I was worried sick to my stomach but I didn't believe it. It couldn't be true from Bill, he's probably a goddamned bullshitter anyways, doing it for the drama. Similar things have happened at my school in the craze of wanting to be know as someone who is "suicidal" just to look deep and emotional. Honest to God some people were doing this with no actual depression. It seemed like nearly everyone had a psychiatrist. This morning I heard that Bill was a credible source because his parents were friends of Dan's parents. Oh ♥♥♥♥. Oh ♥♥♥♥. No. But... Christ I couldn't decide if it was real or not and Dan's best friend ("Jake") couldn't believe it either. During that class period I looked at Jake's face and it was haunting. Empty thoughts and blank expression. I knew that he knew that Dan was really dead, but he couldn't believe it. I still can't. I made the decision to call Dan's mom when I got home (Something few kids would do at our school, I was even shaking when I made the call... I didn't know how to phrase it)and two hours later she called back, starting with "Is this Shane?" I answered yes and then she said "It's true, Dan hung himself last Friday-" and she burst into tears. I wasn't ready for emotion. I couldn't cry. I couldn't talk. I still don't know what to think... Hell, this was all three hours ago. She told me about before he was sent to boarding school during the summer and his battle with depression. He had a total of 4 suicide attempts before he succeeded and in the entire 14 years that Diamond Ranch boarding school (In Ohio) was open nobody had killed themselves before. He was planning it for weeks and once he got down the routine he hung himself during a pep-rally on Friday before a football game. His mom was telling me about how cunning he was and how determined he was to leave this world, as well as how he kept this back from his friends because they meant so much to him. I was just thinking "How can it be that the thought of listening to a mother on the phone, telling her son's friend that he hung himself a few days ago, was preposterous 30 minutes ago. I never felt something like that before. I guess I'm still in shock. I worry about Jake and I wish I could tell Dan that I love him, but it's too late. I dunno. This is new. And this sucks so far.

It gets better; according to psychologists, the grief cycle ends with acceptance.
I, myself have never lost anyone close to me, and probably would have a really hard time with it.
The fact you have the energy to make a post about it shows that you'll be okay, or at least in my book.

Hey some people would kill for your social life. The only downside of it would be more exposure to stuff like what's happening to emogotsaone right now. And I guess less hobby time. Quite the conundrum; as I'm an artist/patron first, and a socialite second.

My girlfriend lives with me, so I guess I could be sanguine and phlegmatic at the same time.

So many people seem to overlook this nowadays.

its hard for people to appreciate what is normal to them

You're basically the opposite of me. I'm not a social person. I've never really had friends, most people I've encountered have just been ♥♥♥holes. I mean, things like I see people struggling with something, I offer to help and get told to ♥♥♥♥ off. I try casually chatting with people I work with, they just blank me.

So I've pretty much given up on being social. Doesn't bother me in the slightest, in fact, I enjoy the solitude. In all honesty, though, the people here are probably the first true friends I've ever had.

Crowds make me feel agitated, I'm no good at small talk so I'm terrible at making friends, and only a tiny number of the people who attempted to befriend me (not even many attempts either) I've accepted as friends.



Also while doing some woodworking, I got a tiny little wood chip under my upper left eyelid. Flushed it out with water, but now I have a blister under the eyelid. And then I cut my finger with my knife by accident.

Maybe you should just stay away from sharp things for the rest of the day

I'm pretty OK at talking to people; I get a teeny bit anxious when talking to someone new, but after I get to know them (even if they don't become my friend), it's no big deal at all.
I think I actually say "uh" and "um" on purpose more than I do when speaking normally. You know, for effect or whatever.

I think my problem is that I'm bad at liking people enough to want to be friends.

I know you hate us all cave, love you too <3

I feel like wanting friends makes them more unattainable, kinda like wanting to be better at something. If you want it too much, you start focusing on why you don't have them and get all negative, which makes actually attaining your goal harder.
Granted, making yourself not want something isn't an easy or even possible task sometimes, so this is pretty useless advice.

Not that I hate people, there are people who I do like, it's just that the majority I don't like.

I don't have anything against those people, it's just that I don't have anything for them to make me like them.

I like helping people out, if someone asks me for help I'm always willing to help except for one exception in my life so far. I don't do it to be friends or make people think highly of me, even if I could work that to my advantage. I just enjoy helping, and once I'm done, poof I'm gone.

I can't say I don't feel lonely, but I also can't say I'm actively seeking friends.

I don't know how anybody can do anything social
I always freak out inside when people talk at me. I never know what to say or do.