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Still figuring out this design, but here's my first post just to quickly set up this account.
(Yo I’m kind of just rambling about sad things so don’t read this if you’re not in the mood. No tickles here, sorry.)
Hey guys I know I’m a tickle blog and nothing else but sometimes I do things and this feels like the one void I can shout into stupidly and nobody will know as long as I’m vague.
I entered a writing contest as a joke (and because I was told to by my instructors at school) and I expected nothing to happen. Of course the one time I actually get chosen as a finalist i don’t have a ride to attended the closing event where I’d be judged. I didn’t even know until yesterday and the opportunity has passed now.
I keep trying to remind myself about how privileged I am to have even been able to participate, to even get chosen in the first place. But I was asked to read my work. Someone saw something in me and I couldn’t fucking do it.
I’m not telling my parents. I’ve just told some friends and already I’m tired of being yelled at, of people saying I should’ve tried harder to get a ride. I’m alone in this dumbass dorm and this is what I’ve got. A fucking tickle blog to rant to. It’s kind of laughable. Pun intended.
It’s interesting. I started this blog when I was 14, almost 2 years ago, and my owl house fanfiction was so horrible. Still you guys stayed by. Thank you for that. Kind of cool of you to do.
I think I’m kind of an idiot honestly. Sometimes I wonder why I’m made how I am and how I wish I was normal. I wished I remembered things better. I wish I cared.
I may delete this later because it’s kind of stupid and way too emotionally charged. I’m being vulnerable and I don’t do that. This really ain’t the place for that. But I don’t care anymore. Not right now. Not right here.
So I guess that’s about it
purging those silly ideas
Sometimes I wonder what my family would think of me if they knew everything I’ve done
maybe the thing that makes me special is that I’ll probably never figure out who I am, since I’m constantly changing and learning and growing
millennial aesthetic: listening to The Black Parade on repeat while applying to jobs
I kinda wanna just sit outside in the rain and see if it'll drown me