Whoa. This place is new now. I originally came here when I was around 14. I'm 32 now. This place was my whole life. I met my first boyfriend here. Now I'm married. But I keep coming back. I'm not suicidal but I still think about this place. As though it was real. I don't think I'll ever be fixed. I think I'll always be here. This is where I started. And I don't want it to be but this is where I'll probably end.