ㅤㅤㅤcause', kitty ! you better not be dead!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyour favorite vengeful,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ 4'11 and pudgy, deaf spirit!ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmun is 18, muse is 18—20
oh my god depressed and delusional 2024 me is fucking gone and swear I could frontflip off the ggb and FLY.
there is a lot that has gone on, but im in such a better place than before, despite how tiring shits gotten.
but, if you remember me, hi. :)
dusting off poor ol' shae.
only one person I know actually cares to check in, or talk to me consistently. if I notice you aren't actually wanting to put in the effort, I won't try.
i want a safe space and people I can trust. everyone wants that.
on a serious note, what do I have to do in order to get things back to the way they were before.
everytime I come on here just to write, make friends, and just have a goddamn safe space. all I'm met with is triggers.
i have lost everything.
I just want positive change and a
effort I've put in despite the bullshit that I'm going through to be reciprocated and respected and for people to follow through. why is that so hard. Im a goddamn broken record that people refuse to listen to.
/ i hate hate hate hate how expensive service dogs are. i will never be able to get one in this goddamn lifetime.
i want to travel and go places and i think one would really help contain a LOT of the problems I'm having. but i feel like some damn poser.
I've never had an
accommodation like that, and having one would just make me feel really guilty despite my very valid reason for needing one. just like how I felt so guilty for needing a wheelchair for the last few days of school and my graduation because i had bad blood pressure issues
fuck man.