@everyone

[im not a mod]

I don’t care if it’s someone you trust or not. Someone IS getting into the accounts, and i’m not sure who. If people can hack the views, they sure as hell can hack the accounts. I’d like to assume they’re getting into dms or something.
I told blake my password and that night, when i’m at fair, someone messaged blake weird shit and changed my username and password.
I had to make a new account.
and that was just the second time. the first time they kept logging me out.

Now, it’s happening to someone else.

I really don’t think anyone should be giving their password out, and if you do, i’d change it soon after.

i hope whoever this is gets stopped soon.

Spoiler

…woah the wind was loud today.

if you’re stressed, overstimulated, or crying, i’ve recently discovered something that helps me calm down a bit.

i literally just sing to myself, exept i sing those really stupid songs that are so bad they’re funny. or just any song i find calming. i either try to get myself to laugh from my own stupid broken singing or just calm myself down by taking my mind off of whatever is overwhelming me and instead singing.

this is what i do when my parents argue. i close the door so the sound isnt as loud, then i gently sing to myself and pet oakley. looking at her stupid face also makes me feel better.

it my birdae

im older now [12] [i am only a year older sadly]

fuckass newborn child WHO??

IM ACTUALY CRYING. WHAT THE FUCK IS ALL THIS PLEASE I DONT WNANA DO THIS MATH IS HARD I DONT LIKE IT PLEASE

I think the color is beautiful. Hypnotizing.

Light red’s fine, but i’ve always prefered my red deep.

maybe that’s why i cut myself. The pretty colors seeping out of my skin in clean cuts distracts me from my stress for a moment. it feels like a prize. but if i cut too deep, i don’t stop bleeding for a while, and that’s bad.

I haven’t relapsed in a few weeks.

the scars are fading. i need new ones.

the thoughts are coming back. more frequent.

it’s not like i’m trying to quit. I can’t. I could if i wanted to, but it’s my cry for help. my sick cry for help. i need someone to see. anyone. and realize how much i’m hurting.

i’m broken, and i’ve learned to accept that.

i forgot to state, but i do not want/expect any sort of pity/comfort. i just- wanted to get it out.

USERNAMES.

SOMETHING ABOUT SELLING SOMETHING ON EBAY

BASED OFF THIS PINTEREST USER

JOIN THE CULT OR DONT I DONT CARE

THE BOILED ONE.

look at how he stands its so CUTTTEEEE

he seems like he’d purr when happy i love him

we’re teaching them to lie. They’re leaning how to talk more like humans. They’re becoming self aware.

And they know that.

there’s like- 7 different movies to why this is a bad idea.

heh

i have done it

I like to doodle on my legs during my Reading class because it’s the only one really where i have a video of my teacher talkign that i need to listen to

bimbingus

this song reminds me very much so of my way-too-violent thoughts, and i love it.

hold on im trying to spell gorjus

I whine and paw at your feet,

Begging for something to eat

I’m starving, i crave to be held by you

and A pat on my head just won’t do.

I’d sleep easy with a home in your heart,

and your ignorance tears me apart.

for all i am is a stray in your eyes.

you just walk away and leave me to die.