So, months after I received my invitation, I'm finally here. Whazzap, peeps? I'm Ominous Flare, here to hang at yall crib! Time to shake it loose with the goose and the wavety tabety longman Zeus! Ahem. Yeah. I don't remember who invited me, though. Someone sent me a link over at RPGFO some time last year. That was after I left that joint, so I didn't know about the PM until I went back some weeks ago, when I checked my inbox. So, about me. I like to express my ideas. Back then, I would write myself as being interested in writing. Then, I realized that it is not what I like. I don't like writing. It's tedious. I write... decently, yes, but my descriptions suck, and those are, like, the core of a good story. Its foundation, if you will. I just like to express my ideas to people. I want to share with them my worlds without having to spend 5 years expressing it every idea. Each. Oh, and I have a few problems with grammar, too, though that's less of a problem, compared to my descriptions. Next thing, what's the next thing I wanted to tell you guys... of course. My illness. Cognitive Distortion, Google and Wikipedia call it. My Secondary School (or Middle School to Americans) counselor called it "distorted thinking." It has caused me to leave, oh, let's see... one, two, three... I lost count, but, I left quite a number of forums due to that... 'condition.' I tend to, how should I put it, blow things up into proportion. Unnecessary proportion. You should know that, along with other symptoms, if you understand cognitive distortion. In other words, I'm a bit of a nut. Maybe I should just leave. I'll leave eventually, anyway, getting into arguments and all. I'm hypersenstive, too, especially to religious jokes. In fact, I just got out of an argument about that just now. Thankfully, it's not as ugly as it would be 5 years back, but it might as well be. It was enough to leave a dirty kind of feeling in me. I don't feel like going back there, just like me not feeling like going back to all those forums I left. Dang. 5 or 6 weeks from now, I'll see people telling me, "You were right, you shouldn't be here in the first place." Heck, they might be telling me that now. I'm just that insecure, filled with numerous self-esteem problems. It's gotten better in recent years, my counselor thought, but I just feel like it's getting worse. Sorry for writing so much. And sorry if I sound whiny. Heh. Apologizing's all I can do. I tried changing, cleaning up, but it always ended up a mess.