Skythehalfblood

Pov: you’re watching me have a breakdown over the fact that I might have a hip injury, but I need to skate in order to pass enough moves tests to make it to the next level. 

I want to make a Wlw version of rapunzel as a picture book. You know the fairytale, but also make it less violent as the original AHSBSHSBWBENEBEBSBSB. Except I’m a minor. And my dad’s homophobic. 

So I accidentally outed myself to my mom again today. But she listened this time, so yeah. 
              My mom:  “wait Sky are you telling me you’re gonna date girls too?” 
              My sibling: “I mean to be fair I’m 17 and haven’t dated anyone. 
              BUT YEAH I SUCCESSFULLY CAME OUT AS BI! (Well sorta, like I think my mom knows I’m Bi but idk she knows I like girls.) 

Fun fact. Uh ice skate destroy your feet. Even when you’ve been a figure skater for years. It still destroys your feet. *laughs in my foot started bleeding at practice and I stained my tights* 

Having a lot of genetic disorders in your family, means if your pinky falls asleep you get afraid that it’s not going to come back. (That’s what happened to my dad) sjsbshsbhssb y’all I’m scared 

Perks of being a writer:
          You can write your mom really sappy apology letters to see if she will unground you. I don’t think it worked tho. But she’s not yelling at me anymore sooo 

1462 more days until I can move out and actual be cared about by people 

I have 1k notifications. I leave for a month or two and this is what happens. 

I’m having a slight crisis. Could y’all try using they/them or he/him pronouns for me in response to this comment 

I realized after I was measured at the doctor that I was standing on my toes slightly when my height was measured. So uh when I go from 5’5 back to 5’4 next year. Whoops.