(((HUG)))

F.P.J. we love you for being a pedo. This is empathy at it's most extreme form. I unfortunately know exactly what you're going through and I really feel it. That drunk feeling that isn't pleasant at all, instead it's a gripping nightmare that dries your mouth and dulls your senses. You are wandering around your room, tugging at your lips, thinking, how in the blue fuck did this happen to me so fast?

But you calm down a bit. Then after a while you think you can contact these people again, and instead bring back the memories that you thought you buried. The old wound is picked at until it becomes a scar. Oh yes, I know this feeling. It's not panic, it's just ultimate low depression.

It's hard for me to find comfort in situations, but it was even worse when I was an Atheist. I'm not anymore. You have different beliefs than me, but I get most of my comfort from Christ. You know, that guy who said that we humans will be judged by how we treat the least among us. The guy who said, "He who believes in me, will never die." The best comfort in the world is knowing that the evil doers who want us dead don't really have shit on me, because no matter what happens in this life, I will die, be resurrected on Earth, and live forever.

But that's not an option for you, so the best thing I can think of is try to find a way of expressing yourself. Some are fine with message boards. I like drawing satirical cartoons. Sometimes I sit in the car and talk to myself. Sometimes I even confess my attraction to someone I really trust. But if the whole world forsakes you, you'll have friends here. =P