hey y’all. i am in fact alive. i have been writing some longer fics and oneshots. some of which i’ve posted on ao3. lmk if you’d like anything here. most of the stuff i’ve written lately is stray kids but i can write other stuff too. xoxo
hey y’all. i am in fact alive. i have been writing some longer fics and oneshots. some of which i’ve posted on ao3. lmk if you’d like anything here. most of the stuff i’ve written lately is stray kids but i can write other stuff too. xoxo
TRIGGER WARNING
rant post. posting here so people who know me don’t see. i have completely made up and memorized a story for every time i get the question “what do you want to do in the future”. the gist of it is i wanna teach high school english and be a writer. which sounds nice right? and every time i give the answer i say the same exact speech like i’m reading from a script. my parents are happy that i’m not as anxious about things as i once was. they don’t know that it’s because i don’t care about the outcome of anything. i mean i won’t even live long enough to deal with the consequences of a lot of my actions. and what’s the worst thing that could happen to me. if death is the worst possible outcome then why should i be afraid. life is awful. even the ups don’t climb high enough. i mean we are doing the same mundane shit every single fucking day. we work to make money so we can live but don’t actually get to live. i script my answer to what kind of wedding i’d have because i don’t believe that anyone could really love me. i don’t believe that i’ll live to see the future i want for myself. so i lie to everyone. and i just needed to tell the truth. don’t be concerned. i’m not gonna off myself. but if you took the time to read this than thanks i guess
!!TRIGGER WARNING!!
i had to restart my ‘i am sober’ self-harm tracker today. i can’t even process anything. but i feel like someone should know but i have no one else