1. Started: preschool
Left: 6 weeks into 4th
2. Started: 6th grade
Left: halfway into 9th
3. Started(late): 9th(repeat)/10th
Leaving: after attending the 1st week we have back from winter break.
I'll be leaving soon.
Hopefully to get my GED, and
Hopefully then: college
Maybe get a degree-
In art
Or in psychology.
Hopefully
I find a job
And learn to drive-
Or at least ride a bike.
But
No matter what-
I'll be leaving.
...
I'm sorry.
Simon has had to deal with fucking idiots his entire life, beginning with his weird-ass brother, Ichobod, and now with his dumbass co-worker, Daisy. His suffering never ends. Do I have too many OCs? YES, definitely. Shit. I just realized that my OCs are another collection. Fuck! Also that second drawing looks like shit but I’m too lazy to redraw it.
Aaaaaaaah, I used up 4 pages of my journal last next while feeling shitty.
Regrrrrreeeeeettt thaaaaaaat sooooo muuuuuccchhhhh, uggggghhhhhhhhhhh
Whatever,, though, because scribbling mimicked scratching, so I did that instead, scribbling, I mean.
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.
She came into my room, meowed, hopped up into my bed, and then snuggled, all while purring V LOUDLY... am I in heaven😍
Birthdays suck.
I wanna die, haha.
HAVE A CUTE PIC OF MY BABY, HAHAHAA!!!
Downloaded a collage maker app and made a thing out of some -edited- pictures I've taken. I kinda like it, tbh.
My dad hid some eggs with money in them along with a ton of empty ones.
Long story short: only 17 had money and I now have 11 dollars.
I had an asthma attack partway through searching, though.
Please love the artist they are the BEST and I LOVE THEM
this show is a rOLLERCOASTER I swEar-
I made a friend but they hopped away
21, he/they, ace- not very interesting and rarely post(let alone anything good)
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