Hey Yutty! Im so glad that you are back here in Vapeland where we are all here for you. Im so sorry that things are going bad for you right now. I know it sounds cliche and its the last thing you want to hear, but things will get better. I was going through a very dark time a few years back and could never see the light. Everyday just seemed worse than the day before. It was the hardest time I've had in my life. Just thinking about it makes me tear up. But you know what, I'm glad to have gone through that mess. It made me a stronger person and taught me what real love and life is all about. After the pain you are going through...you will come out stronger, happier and more focused. We are all here for you and you can reach out to me anytime you need anything

Hang in there my friend....it doesnt seem like it know, but things will turn around for you. Much Love
A small white box -etched with gold leaf- appears in the meadow between the Highrise/Penthouse and tea table center of Vapeland. The lid slowly raises and a beautiful, tiny, porcelain figure of a ballerina rises up. Her gold etched crown and fluffy tutu, embossed with pink, reflect the Vapelandian purplish blue sky and sunlight beams back off her delicate and beautiful face. The music box starts to play "The Dance of the Sugar Plum Faeries" and our diminutive figure spins around. Her one raised arm, arc-like and graceful, her hour glass figure, and bewitching visage, seeming to call. The music is winding down and the figure stops. Suddenly she raises her arm, as if in salute, and a tiny gold coin appears in her hand. You can hear light and distant ballerina giggling and she flips the coin upward and vanishes box and all.
The coin continues it's upward spin then reaches it's arc and stops in mid air! It grows larger and the center begins to recede. The golden rim starts to spin clockwise and a portal is opened by it. YardByrd comes flying through the portal descending quickly. The portal is following him down toward the ground! It gains on YardByrd, then catches up to him, then passes him and flipping forward, turns brown and comes to rest on the ground as a plain wooden perch with a bevel cut on one edge. YardByrd is working his wings hard and suddenly pulls them in tight making a perfect landing on his ever faithful Realm traveling perch. The platinum "YB" medallion around his neck is glowing a prounced, dark, purple. You can hear a deep, smooth, male, Latin voice translating for him:
"Hail! Greetings and salutations my Vapelandian brethren! Viva La Vapeland! Viva La Vida Vapeland! Viva Vapeland! Traveling the Realms, the way James and I do (YardByrd nods to the right and James suddenly appears wearing his best red velvet tuxedo, black cummerbund, pink bow tie, and of course his characteristic Ruby cufflinks) we must frequently remind ourselves of a recurring theme. When losing our way in a dark and unfriendly Realm we try to remember there is a brighter and friendlier one somewhere ahead. While we bask in the positive energies of the warm, loving, caring, concerned, and welcoming Realms we must recharge for their antitheses which surely lie ahead. The journey is the matter. Sometimes just continuing to move through these Realms seems -unto itself- some sort of major victory; not that we have won...that we continue to journey and we survive!"
YardByrd pauses a moment and he and James, in unison, inhale a very deep breath and slowly release it. When they do a golden mist like aura exudes from them and dissipates slowly in the energy charged Vapelandian atmosphere gaining from it and returning to it as well. YardByrd nods appreciatively toward James, who bows low, his left arm raised, his right arm around his waist and vanishes. YardByrd continues.
"Yutty, I must say, peace, positive energies, strength, patience, and good will be with you. These things you have embraced at great cost; continue on with them even when the way is dark, hard, or not welcoming. So my brethren, today, especially, is a day to celebrate life. We have life. We fight for life. We embrace life as a positive and good thing: We love life."
Yardbyrd starts flying upward and his perch vanishes. He raises on high going to the left of your field of vision. He reaches under a wing and pulls out a scroll case and drops it. YardByrd is almost out of sight when you hear a strong, loud, reinforcing, supportive and caring cry: "CAW!" The scroll case strikes the dwemonered Vapelandian soil and breaks open, it's contents, unfurling, it's message clear:
"Whose is the skill that paints valley and hill,
Like a picture so fair to the sight?
That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow,
Till the little lambs leap with delight?
'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold,
Though 'tis sung, by the angels above,
In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear--
And the name of the secret is Love!
For I think it is Love,
For I feel it is Love,
For I'm sure it is nothing but Love!"
The third and final verse: "A Song of Love" ~Lewis Carroll, Oct. 1886