One Day I Will Go Through All My Posts And Correctly Tag Them. BUT That Day Isn't For A Few More Months

One of our girl bunnies gave birth to at least 10 babies saturday before last, 2 were already dead when we found them.

4 were gray and tan and the other 4 were completely black.

Only 4 survived until tuesday of the following week. The 4 black ones. One died one sunday, and three on monday.

Tuesday -the day I got punished for drawing a picture- there were still alive.

Two more died -one a day- before I took the remaining two away from their mother.

She had been letting them die and them eating them.

I took care of those last two since then.

One of them was sick and died this monday.

The last one died this morning.

I had been keeping it (I kept both of them in it) in a small box -made nest with a giant sweater and a heated sock full of rice.

Last night/this morning it somehow got out and got into the dog cage.

We have three, small, very old, blind, and mostly deaf dogs.

One of which fucking loves puppies/anything reassembling puppies.

The last baby was loved to death. And with the description my mom, who found it, gave me... It's a horrible way to die.

I don't know why I'm not upset.

I don't know why I'm posting this.

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Look at this funky dude, I love him-

Found a funky little dude at a flea market the other day

Accidentally took a really nice shot of my backpack! Haha, you can easily tell which pins I made myself and which are store bought! I found out a few days ago that his bag was my grammy's!

Some uhh, mcfucking doots of myself being lazy Enjoy, ya fucks

Sooo... I might not be going back to school.

So I really like this song-The Balled of Sara Berry" from 35mm- and I drew fan art for it and was showing said drawing to my friends as well as explaining the song-spoiler:pepl die

The school took me talking about/drawing about a song as a threat.

It is because of this that I won't be at school tomorrow and might not be there Wednesday either. Me and my parents have already started planning/preparing for me to start homeschooling.

Not gonna lie, I'm sad but not regretful.

Oh, and they fabricated a bogus story about what happened even after I explained it and acted like I was changing my story when retold them the same thing.

And they went through my journal. Which is full of vent art.

My vents are usually self-hate from 3rd person, which I guess they took as me threatening others.

I talked about a fucking song.

I didn't flaunt a gun.

I didn't say I was going to hurt anyone.

I talked. About. A. Song.

Attention

Snufkin carries around a knife and it was a gift from Moomintroll.

Thank you for your attention.

I love him,,,,,,,,,,,,sm💕 Like,,,,,,he's just so beautiful and I love

WHAT THE FUCK, RAINBOW! THE FUCK DO YOU FUCKING MEAN "THIS WILL END IN FLAMES???" BITCH LIKE THE FUCK IT WILL, YOURE NOT HURTING MY BOYS! DONT YOU FUCKING TOUCH THEM!

I have some... feelings about the Carry on sequel that I have to wait two years for.

I'm not ignoring you, please know that.

I'm not leaving to spite you.

I Leaving for the benefit of MY mental health.

Why does everything I do count as ignoring you when you hate Me?

You agreed with him, but neither of you want to hear me out.

Stop thinking this is about you, it's distracting you from people you like.

What am I supposed to do...

I'm terrified of getting better.

The idea of focusing on myself scares me.

I'm trying so hard to get better but I'm making myself worse.

But fuck it, I'll comfort you.

Even though you're forcing yourself to pretend you like me as though you owe me something for crying while my mom called the cops that night.

Even if I'll never be able to forgive myself for being so fucking selfish.

How dare my mother take me out of school because it's been negatively affecting me and the only reason I even went was to see my friends.

Friends.

The people that hate me.

The people that couldn't care less.

The people that wish I were dead.

Fuck it.

I'll comfort you.

When no else bothers to think about how fucking guilty I feel for even fucking breathing, fuck it.

Fine.

It's not your fault.

You're not alone.

You're not selfish.

I don't hate you.

I thought...

Nevermind.

You deserve to live.

You deserve to be happy.

You deserve good friends.

You don't deserve to have me hanging around and overstating my brief welcome.

I'm sorry for manipulating you into being my friend. God, I'm so sorry.

I want you to forget about me.

I want you to stay with people who help you.

I want you to stop wasting time on me.

I'm a hopeless bitch.

I'm a waste of time.

So stop it.

Please

I'm so sorry.

I should never have been so fucking selfish.

Because I'm not special.

And things won't get better for me.

I deserve the shit they throw.

I deserve to be isolated.

I deserve for them to hate me.

To wish I were dead.

Can't say I blame them.

You can get better.

And I hope you do.

I'm sorry.