Valley 2

The Reckoning


I write Sims 3 stories. I rarely reblog things. I like personal text posts - I'm here for friends, not Simbots. I am, according to a friend: sweet, fierce, kind, honest, silly, smart, giving, talented, and a fabulous friend. :)
Seth’s face is like me being entranced by the Simblr community, lol. All the pretty screenshots! All the nice people! All the green magical sparkles!
I guess I just felt a need to let ya’ll know how much I appreciate you. Honestly, even after all these months, I still can’t quite believe that you guys are Sims peeps and yet you’re nice to me and you seem to like me.
I’ve been hanging around the Sims community since 2005, and I’ve never felt included or liked until now. Heck - from late 2009 until I got active on here, I didn’t even feel safe. After all the hate I took in the secrets back then I felt so awful, like I was the worst person ever and I did everything wrong and everyone hated me, and I’d have panic attacks if I saw people talking about the secrets. I felt…I guess I felt like I was intrinsically bad, you know, like there was just something wrong with me and I’d never be right, I’d never be good enough, I’d never be acceptable. It seemed so easy for other people to make friends, to have fun, to be accepted in the community, but every time I opened my mouth someone would make a hate secret about how awful I was. And eventually I started to believe them.
As I often said, I felt like an orphan standing in the rain outside a warm well-lit house, watching a happy family eat a nice dinner. But now, here on Simblr, with you guys…I’m in the warm house. I’m sitting at the table. People are passing me peas and potatoes and shit. 
I don’t know if I can ever tell you how much that means to me. Every time you say something nice, every time you like my posts, every time you send me a nice message, you are healing wounds that go very very deep. You are helping me accept myself, helping me learn about healthy friendships, helping me recover everything that I lost in 2010 and 2011. You are helping me feel safe and secure and okay and liked and accepted and like I’m not permanently damaged, like I’m not a horrible person, like I have worth and the things I create have worth.
Thank you so much. So very very much. I mean it when I say that I love ya’ll. I mean it more than you will ever know.
*giant simblr hug*
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Seth’s face is like me being entranced by the Simblr community, lol. All the pretty screenshots! All the nice people! All the green magical sparkles!

I guess I just felt a need to let ya’ll know how much I appreciate you. Honestly, even after all these months, I still can’t quite believe that you guys are Sims peeps and yet you’re nice to me and you seem to like me.

I’ve been hanging around the Sims community since 2005, and I’ve never felt included or liked until now. Heck - from late 2009 until I got active on here, I didn’t even feel safe. After all the hate I took in the secrets back then I felt so awful, like I was the worst person ever and I did everything wrong and everyone hated me, and I’d have panic attacks if I saw people talking about the secrets. I felt…I guess I felt like I was intrinsically bad, you know, like there was just something wrong with me and I’d never be right, I’d never be good enough, I’d never be acceptable. It seemed so easy for other people to make friends, to have fun, to be accepted in the community, but every time I opened my mouth someone would make a hate secret about how awful I was. And eventually I started to believe them.

As I often said, I felt like an orphan standing in the rain outside a warm well-lit house, watching a happy family eat a nice dinner. But now, here on Simblr, with you guys…I’m in the warm house. I’m sitting at the table. People are passing me peas and potatoes and shit. 

I don’t know if I can ever tell you how much that means to me. Every time you say something nice, every time you like my posts, every time you send me a nice message, you are healing wounds that go very very deep. You are helping me accept myself, helping me learn about healthy friendships, helping me recover everything that I lost in 2010 and 2011. You are helping me feel safe and secure and okay and liked and accepted and like I’m not permanently damaged, like I’m not a horrible person, like I have worth and the things I create have worth.

Thank you so much. So very very much. I mean it when I say that I love ya’ll. I mean it more than you will ever know.

*giant simblr hug*