Sphinx like I think my dads gf would be really nice to me if it wasn’t for the fact my mum won’t allow me to see her like ever just because my dad cheated on my mum with her, because she waved at my sister the ither day and my sister started flaming my dads new gf for it. Like what if just if she’s better than my mum. That’s what I just wanna know because I wouldn’t mind living with my dad’s new gf. She seems nice she really does

@Siloxa922 Just think. There are TONS of ppl who don’t know how to do what you do. it’s not about knowing a common thing anyhow if you’re good at it, and if you like it, that’s what counts like- seriously a bunch of people don’t even know how to use scratch 😭 It’s not about you being like everyone else or whatever it’s about doing what you enjoy

@Blake thanks blake.

@blackpearlscuddleslut how 💔

@Richie-Tozier you’re welcomeee

@blackpearlscuddleslut I don’t know. I’m not thinking low of you guys, But I’m scared you guys are talking bad about me behind my back. Or I’m scared to do something wrong by accident like I always do, And then I lose you guys.

Ik they talking shit about me because that’s how they are, they’ll always be like that. I just hope they realize i do know eventually. They aint slick.

@Stanley-Uris sorry you have to go through that.

@Blake EXACTLY, But I only failed that class beforehand, So they made me redo that class for summer school

@Blake thank you, blake.

Feeling unsure of my naked body
Stand back, watch it taking shape
Wondering why I don’t look like Barbie
They say boys like girls with a tiny waist
Now, my mama’s preaching to make sure I’m pure
But, I never really cared about that shit before
Look around the room to whoever wants me

Got boys acting like they ain’t seen skin before
Got sent home to change 'cause my skirt is too short

It’s my fault, it’s my fault 'cause I put icing on top
Now, the boys want a taste of the strawberry shortcake
That’s my bad, that’s my bad, no one taught them not to grab
Now, the boys want a taste of the strawberry shortcake

Gotta make sure that my legs are shiny
Hot wax melting, burn my skin
People all around me watching closely
'Cause it’s how I look and not what I think

Mikey’s eyes seem to be glued to her chest
So, I’m stuffing my bra so that mine look the best

It’s my fault, it’s my fault 'cause I put icing on top
Now, the boys want a taste of the strawberry shortcake
That’s my bad, that’s my bad, no one taught them not to grab
Now, the boys want a taste of the strawberry shortcake

Instead of making me feel bad for the body I got
Just teach him to keep it in his pants and tell him to stop

Sayin’ it’s my fault, it’s my fault 'cause I put icing on top
Now, the boys want a taste of the strawberry shortcake
That’s my bad, that’s my bad, no one taught them not to grab
Now, the boys want a taste of the strawberry shortcake

“grab the lighter close the door let the smoke fill the air a lot is happening in the world people don’t even care sometimes i wish i could just see the world with a glare, see the world with a glare grab the lighter close the door let the smoke fill the room people talk behind your back like you don’t have a clue lot of people in the world so you know it’s true, so you know it’s true grab the lighter grab the pen and write their nose what is happening with you but the family don’t know you depressed but it’s like it don’t even show, like it don’t even show grab a lighter grab the pills and contemplate should i take them or should i stay family’s asleep but i’m staying awake, staying awake grab the lighter close the door let the smoke fill the air lot is happening in the world people don’t even care sometimes i wish i could just see the world with a glare, see the world with a glare grab a lighter roll one up then take a hit finish it off take a few thinking should i quit people take is as a joke but i’m about to commit, but i’m bout to commit grab a lighter lock the door then take some more don’t know what to do now i’m lying on the floor my bodies feeling numb it hit right to the core, it hit right to the core grab a lighter close the door and let the smoke fill the air a lot is happening in the world and people don’t even care sometimes i wish i could just see the world with a glare, see the world with a glare grab a lighter close the door let the smoke fill the room people talk behind your back like you don’t have a clue a lot of people in the world so you know it’s true, so you know it’s true grab the lighter grab the pen and write their nose a lot is happening with you but the family don’t know you’re depressed but it’s like is don’t even show, like it don’t even show grab a lighter, grabbed the pills and contemplate should I take them or should I stay feelings asleep but I’m staying awake, staying awake grab the lighter close the door let the smoke fill the air lot is happening in the world people don’t even care sometimes i wish I could just see the world with a glare, see the world with a glare grab a lighter roll one up then take a hint.”

@whatswrongwith-me said in I want to fit in. (MASSIVE TW!!!!!!!!!!!):

If you’re really worried, one time i wrote a particularly gnarly one, and i kinda abused the note. I wet it, stomped on it, smashed it in the dirt outside, to the point where it’s unreadable.[ i kind of treated it how i wish i coudl treat them, if that makes sense.] and then i buried it somewhere where by the time [if] someone finds it it’d be decomposed.

ooh this is good ill maybe do that

I can’t breathe

Infina-Phoenix kinda but not rlly- idk

What was it like to lose? All my life, I’ve been held to impossibly high standards that I’ve managed to reach. I’ve been scraping the bar, but I’ve reached the standard. I finally made people proud! I felt good for a while, but this proved that my maximum effort, the effort that exhausts me to no end, the effort that has been forced from me, the effort that takes such a heavy toll on my body, is someone’s minimum effort.
The feeling of dread that seeps back into my body is cold. I had known the warmth of happiness and love and care, but now I must go through the cycle of being compared to someone else. Insults, demeaning and derogatory comments make their way back into my life, dragging me down.
I’m fighting for my life in this sea of brutality, struggling to survive, desperately trying to stay afloat, while I watch them float effortlessly, like the perfect being they are. The water they swim in is so clean, and pure. Mine is tainted with blood, sweat, and salty tears. What was it like to lose? It was like normal. It was the norm for me. The only reason it hurts so much is I was doing so well. And then I went and ruined it.
But I must stand aside and accept my place, below them.

Wubbrle the [REDACTED] thats good then

my mum found my fan and gave it to me

♤ Hail :p ♢ okk thats good then ❤️

@Blake lowkey giggled-
shut up, because I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain to you that your family tree is a wreath. <33

You’re genuinely fucking fake. You don’t care about me, Nor my feelings. You never fucking did. You rely on me to be there for you, But you never do the same for me. You’re utterly fucking disgusting. I wish I never became your goddamn fucking friend. You’re shitty. Not just as a friend, But also as a person. I hope you bump into the wrong people and end up like me. Vulnerable and Broken. I hope nothing great comes into your life. You fucking genuinely suck. You’ve consistently and continuously shown me that my well-being and feelings don’t matter to you. You never did. You’re just a fucking hypocritical bitch. Fuck you. Genuinely. I fucking hate you so fucking much it hurts.

Fuck you. I wish to never have friends like you ever again. Ever. You’ve shown me that you clearly don’t care about your friends or their well-being. It shows you’re clearly just using them to drain them over and over again. And think they don’t have feelings.

I fucking hate you with all my heart.

Edit

Being as though you drained me to bits, I can’t fucking leave you. And I want to. So bad. But I’m attached. And it hurts. It’s like I’m stuck in a place that doesn’t even feel like it, And I’m being huddled and crowded up in it. Squeezing my blood out of me. Draining my last bits drop by drop. And I can’t escape. You’re eating me alive and you know it. You know what you’re doing to me. You know I can’t leave you. You know I’m too Vulnerable to stand up for myself. And you’re taking advantage of me. You clearly know I can’t do anything but tell you to stop. You know I never wanted this. You know you decieved me. You know you’re desperately trying to drain me dry until I can’t physically do anything. You’re amazing. Genuinely phenomenal. You’re a great friend. You don’t want to stop. You keep stabbing me in the heart. Over and over again. Trying to make me bleed out. You’re continuously trying. And you always succeed and win. No matter what. You always knock me down. And when I try to stand, You knock me down once again. The cycle never reverses itself. I hate your guts.

I’m not forgiving you. Ever. I’m fucking forgetting you.