Dear /b/ I don't have any story really depressing, but I feel we are /b/rothers who, through our racism, hated to everyone and our total lack of regard for well anything we care. We tell ourselves by visiting /b/ that we lost our soul but really, you lost what you thought was a soul long ago. Before /b/, before highschool, before your first love, you knew you were different. Now we may think our difference was lack of a soul (btw when i say soul not using it religiously more of a conscious and feelings) it was an over abundance of soul. We were caring, we probably wore our hearts on our sleeves, we probably were decent people. Then one day, one incident happened. For me is was a bully, for you it could have been a girl, family, or some random occurrence. That day we learned that the world isn't the happy go lucky place we thought. Now we sunk into a hole where we assumed that no one can or will reach us. We hide away, sure we make people think we are happy and fine, but we think back to that incident and realize that people are fickle so why bother showing who we really are. Then through a random chance, we found /b/. A place where we can hate the world that scorned us, laugh and be who we think we are. I know who you are, and Baw threads show us who we are. We are alone, depressed, but good people. We all have a story. I want to tell you I understand and that i love you, remember we may never meet and you may claim you have no soul...but come to a baw thread and you find your soul...even if its for a short time you find it Sincerely Anon