Summers after Izzy, I was introduced into a community called role-play, role-players are actual humans’ behind a screen who created their own story with paragraphs of writing stories, miniature stories that two or more minds create, it’s a book; Paragraphs after paragraphs, characters after characters. On December 17th, 2010, identical to every other normal December day until I was introduced to a new person. I received a notification on my chat, I clicked it to expand the chat bar, scanning the name of the user at the top, I read the name, Dylan. “Hey.” Dylan wrote, I copied his message and sent it back. Quickly after a few sentences exchanged, I came to a realization of this guy being incredibly annoying. With not defense backing my statement
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He would listen to my constant rants, Skype me for over 7 hours, and put up with my temperamental moods. I remember the moments where I used his problem of being a germaphobe, and plot it in the most evil ways against, Dylan. Our Skype calls would consist of him screaming, “TAYLURRRRRHHH!” (Taylor is the name he met me by on my role-play, it’s a unisex name when using various types of characters. Role-play allows you to be anything you want.) And I kid you not, that’s exactly how it sounded. Hearing him scream was outrageously hilarious to me. There is not one Skype call, where he had not screamed at me. I cared about Dylan, I was attached to Dylan. So attached to Dylan, I would become angry when he had to sleep for school, and stupidly, it brought me to tears sometimes. I struggled through over dramatic moments of being a middle schooler, I depended on Dylan, I no longer thought the need of depending on myself. This is not common, afar from common. Depending on another who is not myself, this led to an undiscovered door, that I’ve opened. I felt as if I could not stand up on my own two feet, no support in my knees, although, they clearly work. At the moment I can stand up on my own, my knees would wobble and Dylan with no surprise, would be there to support me. Never have I depended so much on a person to make me feel exultant when I’m upset, calm my nerves down when I’m fuming with flames of anger and, clear the confusion out of my head. I wasn’t fond of having feelings of this, I felt as if I was leaving myself and turning into someone who I am not, this frightened
He would listen to my constant rants, Skype me for over 7 hours, and put up with my temperamental moods. I remember the moments where I used his problem of being a germaphobe, and plot it in the most evil ways against, Dylan. Our Skype calls would consist of him screaming, “TAYLURRRRRHHH!” (Taylor is the name he met me by on my role-play, it’s a unisex name when using various types of characters. Role-play allows you to be anything you want.) And I kid you not, that’s exactly how it sounded. Hearing him scream was outrageously hilarious to me. There is not one Skype call, where he had not screamed at me. I cared about Dylan, I was attached to Dylan. So attached to Dylan, I would become angry when he had to sleep for school, and stupidly, it brought me to tears sometimes. I struggled through over dramatic moments of being a middle schooler, I depended on Dylan, I no longer thought the need of depending on myself. This is not common, afar from common. Depending on another who is not myself, this led to an undiscovered door, that I’ve opened. I felt as if I could not stand up on my own two feet, no support in my knees, although, they clearly work. At the moment I can stand up on my own, my knees would wobble and Dylan with no surprise, would be there to support me. Never have I depended so much on a person to make me feel exultant when I’m upset, calm my nerves down when I’m fuming with flames of anger and, clear the confusion out of my head. I wasn’t fond of having feelings of this, I felt as if I was leaving myself and turning into someone who I am not, this frightened