24. 5’0. Wlw/wlm.Pretty girl. Writes in the dark. Candlelight. Vintage lace. Curiosity that gets her in trouble. Fearful heart, reckless mind.blunts.hard sex.being worshiped going out.being the only girl.fast cars.bring carried. Books.metal music. Praise.
Writing this hurts more than I expected, because this space has meant everything to me. RP gave me creativity, comfort, and,most importantly,friends who became such a huge part of my heart. I love the people I met here more than words can explain, and that will never change. But over time, staying in this community has become mentally heavy for me, and I’ve been struggling quietly trying to keep up when my heart and mind were asking for rest. This wasn’t an easy decision, and it isn’t made from a lack of love,it’s made because I need to choose myself and my mental health. I’ll always be grateful for the memories, the stories, and the friendships that carried me through so much. Thank you for loving me, writing with me, and being part of a chapter I’ll never forget. This goodbye is full of love, even if it hurts. 🤍
See you on the flip side of things or hell maybe even in a few months, admin. (If any of you want my discord or anything jus dm me)
My parents are literally saying my disability isn’t real, I’m deaf also know as hard of hearing and I turned 19 not too long ago,in my country that’s where I would be able to file for disability but because I am disabled they need my mothers permission before anything is done, but they (meaninging my parents) are trying to say I have selective hearing and that I’m not actually deaf even though the state recognizes me as it and I even use a hearing aid to hear and now that I’m dealing with this it’s very hard on my mental health and emotional state.the way that disabled people are treated by their “care takers” is fucked up and this country is hell to live in because they give me no way to fight for myself and my needs as an individual.