@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.

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.

Spoiler

…woah the wind was loud today.

it my birdae

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

fuckass newborn child WHO??

USERNAMES.

SOMETHING ABOUT SELLING SOMETHING ON EBAY

BASED OFF THIS PINTEREST USER

JOIN THE CULT OR DONT I DONT CARE

I was never the poetic type,
but you’re making me see things in a different light.

Maybe it’s all my bottled up feelings.
I never did have anyone to talk to about these foolish things.

Your presence corrupts my every thought and makes me choke up.
And the way i never get to see that beautiful smile of yours makes me want to throw up.

And i blame myself. I randomly caught feelings one night.
i’m sorry, for not one of my thoughts about you is right.

I disguise it as wanting to be friends.
But what i really want is this unrequited love to end.

when we lock eyes, my heart stutters and my knees go weak.
I’m tired of constantly feeding off your presence like a leech.

I’m trying to figure out what i should say or do
and all i can confidently say is:

im so fucking in love with you.

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.

THE BOILED ONE.

look at how he stands its so CUTTTEEEE

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

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Blake WHAT ABOUT 169!?!??!?!??!

because his mom took away his computer and blocked mppc on it so he can only use stuff on a switch

THW TWILIGTH MOVIES aRE FREE ON YT AGIAN

that isnt yt thats tktok comments

dont tell oakley i gave her bunny ears she doesnt know

I was never the poetic type,
but you’re making me see things in a different light.

Maybe it’s all my bottled up feelings.
I never did have anyone to talk to about these foolish things.

Your presence corrupts my every thought and makes me choke up.
And the way i never get to see that beautiful smile of yours makes me want to throw up.

And i blame myself. I randomly caught feelings one night.
i’m sorry, for not one of my thoughts about you is right.

I disguise it as wanting to be friends.
But what i really want is this unrequited love to end.

when we lock eyes, my heart stutters and my knees go weak.
I’m tired of constantly feeding off your presence like a leech.

I’m trying to figure out what i should say or do
and all i can confidently say is:

im so fucking in love with you.