What used to be

Often, I miss this place. It was a good board, a few times.

When I'm doing ok, I can handle things... but then my brain snaps, and I blow the place up.

Yes, the board is still here, but I'm not trying with it too hard. I'm not pouring my heart and soul out onto it, or into it. I think that my heart and soul are just a little too fragile, at this point.

If anyone wants something specific from me, concerning the board, they can ask. I'll do what I can.

I'm sorry that my "raw nerves" disintegrated this place.