I Have a Problem, I Need a Friend

Yes, I do.

This marks almost two weeks I've been on Gather, and it's been a fun diversion. However, there have  been a couple of "troll-like"people who are trying to bring me down and take away my enjoyment of this site.

Someone emailed me recently to give me a hard time about my Gather contributions. This person (unnamed) intimated that my poetry was substandard, as was the rest of  my writing. At first I was a little shaken. I thought everyone here was nice.

I might not be a famous and printed in a real book poetess, but whatever I put to pen comes right straight from my heart. Honesty is always the best policy.

Someone else made a comment as to my experience with alcohol. They think I like it, maybe too much. Okay, I admit it. I like to drink. Most people do. But I don't drink and drive like that skinny twerp, Paris Hilton (anymore).

There's also a much deeper problem. I didn't want to mention it, because I don't want special treatment; I just want to be treated like everyone else. My secret is that I'm afraid that one of my organs is very very sick. I'm so sick some days that I can't get out of bed. The doctors say I will need a transplant soon. In the meantime, I have been unable to work, much, and while away my time on Gather, trying to make friends and keep myself happy.

Is that too much to ask? All I want is for people to understand where I'm coming from. I'm not  an author and I don't make records or movies, and I'm not a news correspondent, and I'm not rich. I don't have anything but myself. I can be a friend. Will you be mine?