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Hey.. I'm a pet regressor and actually need someone to interact with.

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5%..

Here are the names of people who have really helped me. This won't be all so don't be weird if you're not named.
          •Bobby.
          •Alex.
          •Jake.
          •Matilde.
          •Renie.
          •Gene.
          •Hugo.
          •Wolfie. (real name unknown)
          •Charlie.
          •Eddie/ Eli. 
          •Silas.
          •Coyote. (Real name unknown)
          •Marc- kinda.
          •Crystal.
          •Carl.
          And
          •Venessa.
          
          My life May seem like a nightmare to quite a lot of people, may seem like hell. But I feel lucky to be alive and be around these people. They make me feel special And help my problems slowly fade away.
          

Why do people think it's a great idea to comment on a person's size, even when it's a perfectly healthy size?
          
          Why do people feel the need to tell others to commit, and then "cry" when someone tells them to stop.
          
          Why do people decide to do anything like this, it is a mystery to me and I'm sick of it. The other day I had a TEN YEAR OLD CHILD. Tell me,
          "I hope you die,"
          "Go suck a dick and choke,"
          "Go to hell,"
          "You don't deserve these people,"
          "I want to see your arm covered in scars and blood by tomorrow,"
          And an 18 year old felt it was okay to threaten me. Scary thing is, I know a rough area of where he lives. 107 miles away- he's threatened to kill me. Threatened to come for me. To make my life hell.  Look at me though, still here. Still mostly fine. 

I'm going to go cry myself to sleep now for the 3rd night in a row. 
          
          Met a nice guy named Eddie today, very sweet  :3 He age regresses just like me.. 
          
          
          Also split up with my boyfriend that I still love of 3 months...I hope we can still be friends, though.. 

Lasted 32 hours being happy...I'm proud..

I've had 23 hours of happiness. I went to sleep and if I had no nightmares, I'd count it as hours of happiness...and you've already seen that I had no nightmares!! ❤

It's now been 12 hours of being happy...I'm so proud of myself..

Heyo! I'm extremely proud of myself at the moment because I have nearly spent 8 hours being happy when normally I'm a depressed mess in a bed full of covers and stuffies and I've actually gotten up, went outside for air and was productive and that isn't normal for me and is a big achievement!
          
          I'm also proud of myself because I haven't cut in around 3-4 days! ♥️ :)