Yeah. OK, so I'm a 39 year old alcoholic dying of cancer, running out of money and sitting in a shitty hotel room surrounded by firearms. I am sometimes nice and supportive, sometimes a real prick - under these circumstances what else would you expect? I've told people here to keep living when I can barely stomach life myself - the last thing I need to hear right now is a bunch of teenagers whining about how they couldn't sleep, their parents grounded them, they hate themselves because they are gay, or they're ten pounds overweight and this makes them wanna die. Thanks for the ban! It was the best thing you could do to help me, and there's no sarcasm intended here.