This will be of the OOC variety.
[You know, pretty much this role has been the only thing I cared about in MBP for a long time. I do have roles that I've had in the past and given up, and some that I have now that I care about but none of them to the extent that I care about Drew.
Today makes two years that I've been writing her journal. 512 journal entries, a hell of a lot of words, over 6000 comments posted. A lot of friends, IC, OOC people I've met IRL, people I've talked to on the phone, people I've exchanged packages with. People I've helped write papers and edited stories for. People who I've shared personal things with. I've been betrayed in this game in quite a few ways, by quite a few people and yet I let it go. I did my best to be Drew to make her the character that I saw in my head, and not to let those other things taint my view of her or how I wrote her.
I thought about leaving, before all of this happened, it gets harder to sit here and watch people bring OOC things IC, and talk about people OOC - how they look, how old they are, what they do or don't do... Does any of that really matter? I miss the days when we saw each other as the character on the screen - the name, the picture. That person was Brittany Murphy and there was no question about who else she might play, or if she was a 18 year old girl, or a 40 year old man OOC. It didn't matter - we were here to interact, and tell a story as characters it didn't cross over into real life.
You can believe what ever you want about me, I'm not going to list what is and isn't true about that post. Mostly because it's no one's business. I'm entitled to a life away from this, as we all are. If you think something was said that directly affects you, then please feel free to come and talk to me about it.
There is a big part of me that wants to tell "my side" but I don't think I can do that without revealing either personal information or multiple character information about other people in the game and I refuse to do that. Just remember that there are two sides to every story, and consider the source.
I'm not going anywhere. I'll leave when I'm ready, on my terms and when I feel as if Drew has nothing left to say.]
Edit: My two years here isn't for a month. Stress can apparently make it so that you can't tell the difference between August and September.