من اول ما تقفل علينا ao3 وانا احس اني مضغوطه والدنيا كلها ضدي واهلي يكرهوني وصديقاتي يكرهوني واحس ان كل ما احد شافني وده اني اموت وحياتي موقاعده تمشي زي ما ابي ومافي شي قاعد يمشي كويس وهذا الحبل وعلقناه وماراح ينزل هالحبل عن رقبتي لين يرجع ao3
Day 1 without ao3.
It's cold, and I can't stop the children from crying. They don't know when father will return. I don't have the heart to tell them that it will be weeks. A month even. I've tried making a fire countless times, but it won't take.
Tomorrow will be better.
When I’m bored? I pull up ao3. When I’m sad? Ao3. Horny? Ao3. Lying in bed can’t sleep? Ao3. Tired of socials? Ao3. When I’m happy? Ao3. Have 20 random minutes to kill? Ao3. I can’t live without that for a month guys