Did you eat something bad? Possible you got food poisoning or a stomach bug if that’s been going around.

I hope you feel better soon! ❤️

huh

Hood

I understand that, but in some cases, people just want to be heard. I appreciate the thought behind it.

@Pho You’re welcome!

its gotten way worse, i cant even be bothered to use grammar like i usually do.

im not even thinking about venting anymore, well, not to my friends- at all. like i keep saying to myself and everyone, i always think my vents are invalid, and i just, i dont want them to be overthinking about me, i say im fine, but im not, im genuinely, i cant think straight, i always think theyre annoyed at me, based off the way they speak.

everytime i think about this, or venting in general, i always think “youre being repetitive with this shit, shut the fuck up.” and just decide to say “oh no im fine dw im js yk like this alot lol”,

i cant actually js keep going like thsi they will notice either way anywyas, i dont want them to notice but at the same time i do. idk i just find comfort in venting on here more than actually to anyone else, lol.

I’m not what I want to see
Juggling insecurities
Locked inside my cage of shit
No I don’t want to be clean
I don’t want to be seen
I’m just waiting for someone to put me to sleep
Like I’m
I live such a lonely life
I don’t like to go outside
Please, please fucking leave me be
No, I don’t want dirty hands
I don’t want to be mean
But I’m sick of meeting new people on my scene
Like I’m aggravated, motivated, never gonna graduate
I’m stimulated, overstated, I just wanna get sedated
On the contrary, I just wanna meet a nice girl
Messy, not too sketchy, keep me tied up in the right world
Segregated, situated, hangin’ on sophisticated
Liberated, nauseated, I just want more medication
Individuality and blue light gives me headaches
Not changing for the better, I’m just changing clothes on weekends
Weather’s nice outside
I think I’ll close the window blinds, yeah
Sleep through my alarm
So that I skip the sunny part, uh
I’m not one to take a risk
I’ll suck your blood, no anemics
Garlic or sticks, I’m vampiric
I just don’t like the Sun

(yes this is in the right category)

Sphinx it’s almost the same as daydreaming except it’s involuntary… It’s a response to trauma, stress, or super low/depressive moments/Episodes

I’ve been so stressed out lately that I’m actually starting to feel sick. My mom relies on the food stamps program to get by, and now that it’s gone, my mom is spending money on food rather than bills. Our landlord (I’ll call 'em Mr. C) is now threatening to kick my mom and our family out of the house if she doesn’t pay the bills on time. (She can’t till the next paycheck which is the 29th of this month)

We have been homeless before, but it was before my siblings were born or we had seven dogs to take care of. I feel pretty useless in this situation, because I want to make money, but the only job nearby is McDonald’s and I have already worked there enough to know it stresses me out.

Now I want to start art commissions, but I don’t have a credit card to get PayPal. So, I’m kind of just stuck.

When you were forced to believe mental insanity clinics were horrible punishments for insane people all your life, you finally open up enough to your mother about your actual mental state and she threatens to send me to a clinic for my ‘own good.’ I didn’t want to be suicidal. alright? I didn’t fucking want to. I’m scared she said she wouldn’t visit me so i’d be alone. she said she’s ‘scared’ of me. I’m scared. not her. me. I’m like- shaking right now idk why but I am she’s ‘threatening’ to get me therapy. Why is mental help a fucking punishment in her eyes

I can somehow relate to this, but instead it’s just whenever I’m with irl friends, apparently no one can hear me and I’m not there. Honestly I just stopped talking to them, but they too have noticed when I no longer conversated with them as usual and then they turn around and actually wanna talk to me for once, which I just gave them the same treatment and hung out with different friends.

Yes, people can be talkative, but I want you to make sure you’re on a one-on-one convo with your besties to make sure they’re listening (not forcing you to do so.) If they seem to not respond, you should call them when they don’t seem very into the conversation. You may feel like this about yourself when someone doesn’t make eye contact or talk less than you whenever you and whoever are talking about whatever. I can promise you aren’t annoying in general, those are just opinions getting to your head.

Soverign I love you (platonically) bro
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Let me know if you want comfort. - Raven

[INACTIVE] Toast I- i’m sorry. I’m not very good at consoling- But if you need someone to vent to, dm me. even if I can’t respond to dms atm I can still listen

h4lfie oh, I’m sorry for your loss :(

@Blake THIS.

@kentooyamazaki Girl if she dies then its her damn fault she tryna guilt trip you to stay in here

Oh my gosh, that’s awful… I’ll pray for you and your family, and sincerely hope that things will be alright.

Ŵølƒy_Hellhøund_Likes_Pizza Good-

“ I ain’t shit, And that’s okay ‘cause I brung the rope, So, You can watch me hang myself. “

October 23rd, 2025–3:48 PM

I sit in the comfort of my own home, and I sit in my bed, my laptop well…in my lap, staring at this text box, not really sure how to say things and get them to sound how I want to sound.

To put it simply, I’m utterly terrified.

Six weeks of near constant preparation comes down to this.
37 hours (give or take) until the All-State Audition cuts are released.

Six weeks of near constant preparation comes down to the shortest seven minutes of my life.

I walk into this classroom and greet my judge.
I state my name and vocal part, and it’s showtime.

I cannot help but panic.
The smallest mistake can determine my fate.

I cannot help but panic.
The judges look for perfection in the smallest details.

I cannot help but panic.
Music is my life, and it all comes down to this–the shortest seven minutes of my life.

They do not see the preparation I have put into what I present to them, and they do not see the literal blood, sweat, and tears I put into it.

My whole music career boils down to approximately a total of twenty-eight minutes.

Seven minutes.
Four separate years.

Fourteen already spent.
Fourteen yet to come.

Yet I cannot help but panic.

@Blake REAL?? and ATEE?? I honestly think that’s so true though.

im VERY obvious about it dont worry