I Hope My Moots Don't Mind That I See Them As Lab Rats That I Have To Research Intensively And I Would

Dad: "The purpose of life is to share your time with other people and also share your knowledge"

Me: "Hey dad, Can I go out with-"

Dad: "No."

The amount of times this has happened is no longer funny, even though he himself admitted that I looked genuinely happy after returning from seeing Dreamy and other acquaintances, he has not allowed me to repeat the occasion, It's even more frustrating to know that I didn't see him that day because I wanted to, but rather Dreamy and another acquaintance came to pick me up personally at my house without telling me before. I really want to see him again.

I want to cut because seeing the blood run is like being able to cry when I can't, my whole soul really shudders because I can't do it, I'm so sorry nothing will change

💌 send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome >:p 💌

Yaaayyy!!~~ <33 luv ya/p

I luv u all my mooties, your interactions keep me sane and make me think that I'm not such a bad person.

Los quiero muchito.

You want to obsess over me, you want to obsess over me, you want to obsess over me so baaaad wooo

I've barely set foot in school and I already want to leave pipipipipipi.

It's not funny leaving my house at 6:10 a.m. and then returning until 2:00 p.m (It should be noted that school hours here are usually only 6 hours, not my case rn too)

NINI ITS YOU??? ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

OWAAA MADO HERMOSA PRECIOSA LINDA BELLA HERMOSAAA <333 SIIIIII

AYSISKAJD Q COSA Q ME HAYAS RECOCIDOOOOO (⁠ > ∀< ) ⊰⁠⊹ฺ

No había hecho nada más que seguir tu cuenta y la de bunny (lit mis mooties más especiales) Y SER CHERRY ANON CONTIGO AJSJSJ porque me daba penita que había borrado tanto el anterior Tumblr como Discord sin decir nada antes y ns me daba cosita que a lo mejor se habían decepcionado o algo TwT

PWRO HOLAAAAA COMO ESTAAAASS?? TE ESTÁ YENDO BONITO HOY?? <33

kinda hate the fact that I am consciously delusional.

like, I would like to gaslight myself to the point that thinking about my f/o is actually a good coping mechanism. But nooo I shoot myself in the head with the "wait, he doesn't exist" and everything crumbles apart and I get more stressed and frustrated and-

Anyway, I want hugs, cuddles, preferably from my f/o.

Guyss, I promise, I'm interesting if you'll allow me to be, just one chance-

*proceeds to remain silent, nod or shake their head and laugh nervously*