I've been getting into contact with alot of recently Slenderstalked people, hunting down their blogs for extra research, and they've all pretty much said the same thing at a point.
"I thought I was alone."
And then they've gone on to say varying things about feeling uncomfortable around the rest of us who are already being Slenderstalked.
And I'm just going to make this post here and link the newer guys and gals to it when they say it next.
We are all family in a manner. Seriously.
Okay, fine, it's the single most danger-prone, probably-fatal, dysfunctional, sappy-sometimes, bitchy-othertimes, awesome-alltimes family out there, but it's all most of us have got.
And when some of you die, and you've got to understand this, new guys, we tend to drop like flies round here sometimes, but back-on-track, when some of you die, it's terrible. I get choked up, I hate it, it makes me closer to just ripping Slendy's throat out with my teeth and damn the consequences.
SO FUCKING TRY HARDER AT LIVING, DAMNIT.
Just ignore this if you've already heard me rant about this, I'm posting something far more important next, but this just hit me and wouldn't let me go. But seriously people, new and old, I love ya. Honestly. Like siblings.
Even if a few of you piss me off no end and some of you make me want to slap you with a fish, I still love you.