4chan. Specifically /b/. So much wrong concentrated in one place. Horribly scarring me, yet I couldn't look away. I COULDN'T LOOK AWAY, OH JESUS CHRIST LET ME LOOK AWAY
Sorry about that. But yeah. My parents always have wondered what happened to me on that fateful day. It was just this sudden and radical shift in behavior. I lost my optimism, my cheerful gait (yes, I suppose I did "walk" happy, it was kind of a carefree stroll replaced by a slow, plodding slouch), I didn't want to do anything but lie down on my bed and contemplate the ceiling. It was just such a shock, and I saw so MUCH, and I looked up so much later... over the course of a week, my childhood was stabbed, dismembered, burned, vaporized, and then the residue left over was scraped into a little black box and then smashed with a hammer. My whole depressive phase kind of ended the summer before my Senior year of high school, and has been replaced with kind of a cynical apathy and my general dislike of people has been replaced with a dull tolerance of their existence. So no worries now! All is well.