From a friend.
Hey user. I recognize both your reaction image and its filename. We've chatted before.
Look, I know things are nasty right now. Down to its very guts /ddlc/ is, in its current state, a vicious, mean place.
Why? Who can say, why? Some people are jealous; they're so bitter that they cannot stand watching other people as they cooperate, communicate, and support each other. Perhaps this support is something which they lack in their own lives, and they would rather destroy our community than attempt to join it; than risk being betrayed again by the people to whom they've bared their bosoms. They wear their cynicism like armor, intent on never being hurt again.
But their motivations, you must understand, do not matter, because only hatred fuels them. Hatred is a delicate thing; it fatigues quickly. Time wears it away like a river carving a canyon.
Things won't be better tomorrow. They might not even be better when the festival has arrived.
But I promise you: they WILL get better.
I've been reading your posts, and everyone else's, and I wish I could be there for you all in person. But this message will have to suffice until my ban expires. Anyway, I know you can be brave. Not just for yourself, but for the community. I have seen your bravery already. Already you've wanted to give up, but here you stand, professing your love even now for this wonderful general.
This poem made me think of you. I hope you like it. Take its message to heart: all of us, Anons and avatars alike, are the gods of this general, and it's up to us to shape it in our image.
The hate, like a tide, must recede.
Be well and study hard!