Hi guys. I'm not sure when I left this site but I remember it was around the time I used my laptop at my nan's, so it must've been a while back

As was probably expected I became a socially isolated, pot smoking, squirrel-strangling, raging alcoholic nutjob who was discharged only 3 days ago. My memories of how I acted here are slim yet attached to an ominous sense of dread and resentment. I just want to let that go, as I have changed and matured, albeit my brain's a mush at the moment and I have chronic anxiety and depressive issues. I hope I can have a welcome return, as I don't want to come back with another account because that'd be like I was some undercover spy or something and from previous experience on forums I doubt I would be able to keep up that charade. Any memories which must be dragged up and brought to my attention must be cast in the general vicinity of anywhere that is above my waist, but if I have upset anyone personally I'd like to offer my apologies. I have shapeshifted successfully into someone who's at least not a chronic cunt with an overactive derpamine system.

I want to take up an interest in dreaming again, mainly to help with my writing because I sometimes have amazing dreams with entire plotlines and I want to incorporate its mystical wonders into what I write, free from the confines of my stunted wakeful imagination. It would be cool for me to start a diary too I hope because it'd help prompt me, and also my writing is godlike. I'm the classic example of the introverted drunk poetry prodigy. Minus the booze, hopefully.

I just wanted to say that to myself really because writing is one thing I'm seriously fucking good at, and at the moment it seems to be the only thing.

Oh yeah, and thank you for all the birthday messages too. They were all shit, so they helped greatly in putting to rest my visceral fears of how much of a tremendous cheesewhiff of a flesh flute I must've been. I'm being sarcastic obviously, but they did make me more confident to return.