updates that i can finally put under a readmore
this blog is on indefinite hiatus
i am not doing okay at all
i am under so much stress at the moment it’s the most i’ve dealt with
i do not currently feel comfortable roleplaying
to the anon that sent me a message about ‘fixing it’:
it’s not as easy as you think it is when there’s so much underlining shit. my depression and anxiety has had a drastic impact on my mood, and the reason i changed blogs was because i felt that it was getting very cluttered and i needed to change things. over time things started to hit me and i began losing confidence in myself and in my writing. this has very rarely happened before. so because of that, i started to believe that people hated me. i mean fuck, i kept getting anon hate and that made things worse. then i started having friendship problems, and i started to lost faith in myself and i started to dislike my characters. that’s it.
not to mention i started to realise that multi-shipping is not something i can nor want to do. it doesn’t feel right for me personally, as i know my characters can get very loving towards their other halves and i know from previous experience that seeing their ship be replaced or having it fall through and having it look like someone favours another ship to the point where there’s little to no interaction can hurt big time. not just me, but the muse too. and i firmly believe that ships should kind of be treated with some sort of equality. i understand when there’s no muse for a ship, but when it’s so obvious that a ship is no longer considered fun or important enough to continue with the other person and the love has died, it can destroy a part of you and also a part of your trust.
though i don’t focus entirely on shipping and it’s very obvious who my shipping partner is, i want to be able to create bonds with characters that will last and have some kind of impact. i want to see how they’ll react and feel with certain things, but most importantly, i want to have bonds with the roleplayers themselves. the only problem is that i don’t seem to be capable of making friends.
and thus, when i see people roleplaying now, i start thinking “man i wish i could talk to this person“ or “i wish i had that kind of relationship with people”. and it really gets to me because some i have tried REALLY hard to push myself beyond my comfort boundaries and there are a few people who can vouch for that, but in the end it’s never good enough.
and in the end, that thought becomes “i’m not good enough.”
and now i have dropped into a spiral where i start thinking ‘changing things might be beneficial, but i know they’ll fall through before anything happens. so here i am. i can’t fix things.
and most of these issues i have actually stem from things happening irl.
so i can’t fix it.
i can’t.
my job has me exhausted even though i work an hour a day. i sleep most of the time when i get home from work.
we have sunken to a new low with money. it’s never been this bad. i can’t go into full details, but let’s just say that my step-dad took a job to earn extra money as well and that’s fucked up. we’re basically living off of pasta and instant noodles. seriously.
i am severely depressed.
my anxiety is now so bad that i am too scared to even go to my local shop.
my step-dad is severely depressed and has an anger issue. he’s been taking it out on us.
he collapsed about 15 times in the space of a day on the 4th on january - my mom’s bday.
in that time, he blacked out about 5 times.
he refused a paramedic’s help and basically sounded very drunk though he wasn’t.
he hit his head.
i was the one that had to call the ambulance. i had to keep trying to wake him up. i had to move him to another place. i kept catching him as he fell. the doctors have confirmed that if i wasn’t with him, he could have died. if he hits his head when he blacks out, he’s at high risk of dying.
i had to save my step-dad’s life.
for the next week or so we’ve had problems. my step-dad’s been arguing with my mom. my mom tried to get me involved, and he hurled abuse at me verbally. to the point where i broke down in tears and couldn’t breathe. it’s been happening a lot.
my granddad’s mental state is declining.
i’ve been severely ill for a year and a half and guess what!! i’m also at risk of dying!! i have been neglecting my health because i have never seen much point in me looking after it. i’m gonna fucking die anyway, who cares? my health is now completely fucked up and i am paying dearly for it and now that i have things to live for, i am regretting everything.
my friends are leaving me and i’m no longer included in things like i wish i could be. it is killing me inside and that’s why i have problems talking to people again now. i feel like eventually i’ll be left behind.
paul’s kids are becoming so big-headed that no one can handle it. i am stressed. samantha’s stressed. mom’s stressed. paul’s stressed.
i’m tired
i don’t have any creative spark in me right now
man i haven’t even drawn anything since december
i know i owe people a lot and i am so sorry
but please understand that right now, being on tumblr is not healthy for me in any way shape or form.
being online is unhealthy for me in general.
if anyone does want to talk to me then my kik name is izennon
but for now, i really cannot be online roleplaying when my mental state is rapidly declining.
sorry.







