Heya, guys!
To those of you who actually clicked on this... link thingy. This isn't just about Rinmaru Games. I'm calling out for help.
Let's begin with Rinmaru games.
So I'm making my characters in the... what's it called? The anime character creater? If anyone wants to see them, let me know. So far I've made Grimm, Ash and I think Bessen. If anyone wants to see them, let me know.

And now to the 'help' that I kinda... want?
I'm breaking.
It's my sanity. I'm going insane. My psychiatrist; I stopped seeing her a while ago because I thought I didn't need her. I don't WANT to need her. So I stopped seeing her a while ago. But I think I do need her. I think... I don't know. I'm just... lost. Stressed, no sleep, wanting to... do something stupid again. Just this morning, as I got out of my mum's car, I just sort of... stood there. Thinking about... Just walking away. Recently, a girl almost comitted suicide on a bridge near my school. Like, really near. She was, luckily, caught, tranqed, then sent to a psych ward. Wanna know why I'm insane? Coz I wanna go to a psych ward. Just to see what it's like. My mum is best friends with someone that is... crazier than me?
Ok. Let's get straight ot the point. Has anyone had one of those days when you want to make others happy, but you're not happy? You smile so they can smile. You laugh so they can laugh. You joke so they can joke. But then they realise, you're not your usual self? They ask if you're ok, and you say you are ok, but you are truly not ok, because you want them to be safe from being... upset that you're doing certain things. That's what I'm doing, but no one is asking if I am OK. Because I look ok. I sound ok. I act ok. I am bottling up my feelings, just for their sake. But it hurts. I want to scream so LOUDLY. I am NOT OK.
God damn it, knowing me, I'm probably going to take this post down and not reply to the comments or messages. That's if I get any. I made the title as dull as possible so it wouldn't draw too much attention. I don't want anyone to tell me what to do. Ok, maybe a few tips would be ok. But all I really wanna do is get this shit off my chest.
Ok. I am not ok. I am not ok. I am not ok... I keep repeating this. I keep wanting to cry. But I won't do it. Not here, anyway.