Can someone just get me out of this FUCKING HOUSE ALREADY??!! I hate my mother so fucking much. I’ll fucking doxx myself just for someone to take me away! North Granby 11th Powder Mill Lane. Someone come get me. Kill me. Idk. Can one of my online friends come adopt me or something? Preferably in like a little more than half an hour that’s when everyone else is leaving for Gavel Club
That feeling when you want to write angst but your angst juices were overworked on something really cruddy you did like a year ago and now it’s manifested into “what if you write like THAT again?” voices <<