🪷 Blair/Ivey 🪷

I saw "Greeting and salutations" on your profile and I immediately thought of Heathers
          (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

hi ivey how are you !! ( i’m diana though i go by fawn now) i miss you sm <33

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          　┊ᴅᴀʏ~ xoxo tou ♡♡♡ ❞ ˀ ☁️ *ೃ༄
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@YukioSnow np and I’m honestly not that far either lol. And yeah he really does lolol.

Of course!! It’s a fanart of Tendou Satori from Haikyuu ^w^

Your so cool

hi ivey ily!!!!!

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hey ivey ! ( it’s diana ) i’m sorry we don’t talk anymore but i read your rant and i just wanted to say ilysm!  i’m so proud of you & i know how hard it must be :( you can always pm me :D  you’re so strong & if you need to take a break that’s okay! take care of yourself,  you genuinely deserved so much better <3

I need to rant, but I shall sum it up and keep it  as short as possible.
          
          I fucking hate my life. I hate this reality. I have this coping mechanism that I have used for so long. I like to imagine things. Very heavily, because I hate the age I am right now. My emotional maturity is quite high for my age. I hate that I’m single. I imagine I’m dating Emerson Barrett because I’m fucking lonely. Like all the time. That man has never left my mind once since I started crushing on him. And if I look at Shy’s insta (his girlfriend) for awhile I get a bit jealous, and a reality check. I love that woman to death and they definitely deserve each other. But I always get so depressed when I really have to think about it. I know it’s not good, and sounds very fucking delusional but it’s how I’ve been coping and actually being happy. I’ve been coping like this since I was very very little. 
          
          I literally comfort myself by imagining I’m watching The Office with Remington Leith. I imagine I get to hug Emerson all of the time, and that he likes me back. I imagine cooking with Sebastian Danzig. I even imagine being best friends with Sebastian’s fiancé Larissa. Shy and I are bffs too but she’s with someone else. (I’m so fucking selfish) It’s my beautiful, wonderful, personal fucking paradise. And it’s something I’ll never have. Ever. I’m crying so hard writing this but it’s the cold hard truth I’ll have to swallow one day. Even if I want to kill myself for it.
          
          These thoughts are slowly but surely massacring the living shit out of my mental health. But oh well.