Make Sure To Think About Them Too, Not Just Me

I should eat… but I can’t eat anything for another few hours or my mom will know I’m not sleeping again…

I won't stop here. I'll keep doing everything I can to get better.

And I promise I'll stop letting myself get hurt.

...the marks on my arms look suspicious but I promise they're just scrapes.

and yet i would have shoved it at you and ran away because regardless i want you to be alright

ill be fine, i already found ways to be okay.

focus on yourself right now. please.

you're the one who needs support, and i hope you're getting enough from everyone.

the reason i've been running away from you is because i hate seeing how you look at me these days.

i hope that soon, you'll be able to look at me normally again.

I’m going for a walk again just like the one I went on in the winter

I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone or when I’ll get back.

All I know is sitting here doing nothing isn’t helping me at all.

Maybe music will fix me. There’s nowhere to go but up, I guess.

someday, everything is going to turn out okay. you'll wake up with no blisters, no bruises, no scratches. you'll go about your day like normal, surrounded by people who care for you. you'll laugh and joke with them like you always have, and it will be easy to forget the hard times you had before.

it's all going to be okay.

stay safe.

thank you so much. there's so much going on that i don't even put in my blog but words like these make me feel cared about. I know there are people supporting me out there more then ever right now. Thank you for your kind words.

“I want to strangle them all. I dont want you to ever feel that pain again. This world is so evil to the sweetest of souls.”

What

What

WHAT

She’s obsessive

I’m so conflicted

tell her to fuck off and block her.

if she goes to your school try your best to ignore her.

stay safe

thanks. I'll do that. I'll make sure she knows im not interested and then block her.

Thank you, as usual.

She’s… letting me design the angel.

I mean the design part isn’t the problem.

Most of my old OCs are angels anyway. Not sure what that says about me, I’m a little confused these days.

The hard part is going to be drawing it while I still feel my wings…

It’ll just feel wrong…

This jirai wishes to be a child again but with a different/better childhood

no matter how bad i mess up, i always end up the little bundle of sadness curled up under someone's wing.