Funny how one moment, one little slip, can bring all of one's precious stability tumbling down. I got a little too ambitious with my secret friends and I got myself caught. My parents were ready to once again verbally beat me down in all their self-righteous fury. To their surprise, however, I didn't fight back. To be honest, I simply gave up and let them have their way. Everything they said I didn't contest.

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The terms of surrender my parents placed on me, as if I was the losing side of a war forced to be kicked about under a treaty, served to further my resentment. My cell phone was to be constantly searched, my messages checked and my personal business invaded. My PC was moved to the living room where I could be watched at all times. That Derpy statuette I got? It was removed from its home on my desk and given to my little sister as damn TOY. Fucking salt in the wound, I tell ya.

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I suppose the best place to start would be a year ago, give or take a week. Now, before we begin, I need to put a disclaimer against potential drama. I know I have things a lot better than most people. My story doesn't include a childhood of abuse and trauma. The situation I've been placed in is just one I wasn't emotionally equipped to handle. What is one person's personal hell may be insignificant to another.

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Sit down, children. Get comfy and prepare to be bored to tears. I am going to tell a sort of story most don't want to hear unless it happens to be their own. That is to say, the story of my life. Oh, believe me, I'm groaning at the prospect as much as you are. My two best friends in the world, however, have declared that I shall be furthermore shunned until I "get help", whatever that means. I kinda brought that one on myself by wallowing in self-pity, but more on that later.

Testing, testing. Can I edit these things afterwards?
Edit: Excellent. It begins. *maniacal laughter*