#vent shit

[pamiwerewolfybunterfly]

I’m sorry for just randomly going away . . . . .

1. My sister had a seizure twice this week but luckily she’s out of the hospital recovering.

2. I’ve been feeling deprived and depressed lately after hearing what happened to my sister. But I know today she’s at home recovering.

And yet again, I’m sorry for just leaving other behind. . . and I know some of you. . . . . Already know how hard is it for me to deal with certain stuff like this, to the point where I just can’t bare with myself anymore and I know that why I didn’t bother to respond to yall. . . . . But I just wish my quick depression will be gone. . . .

[milo-just-a-crappy-writer]

I apologize for this random, vent-y post but if you write whump for coping reason I would like to hear your thoughts or really anyone’s thoughts if they write whump.

I started writing whump and making whump characters as a way to process some stuff in my life, I won’t go into details. The situation has basically subsided/I’ve been feeling better about it all etc. But like ik that Sera and the Our Angel story is like only a thing because of this situation. And like I want to continue to write as use Our Angel as Botha creative outlet and a way to process other stuff in my life but I feel like really guilty ig for like having the entire characters and story solely based off a specific situation and now that it’s not like as big of a deal that I just continue if that makes sense.

Idk I’ve been feeling very off recently in general not pertaining to this situation so maybe my mind is just trying to find something to overthink and bother me idk.

I would appreciate anyone’s thoughts. Ik I’m probably just being stupid but I just idk need some reassurance </3

[dalakite]

I’m so fucking tired of everything. I dot. Want to keep having to fight, and truck through my life. Waking up every day and just telling myself to get through it, lock in for a bit and then I’ll get a break. But I never fucking do. It’s always continuing and getting through and then falling back into shit again and again and knowing, remembering how easy it used to be. How happy I was how much of my life I enjoyed and genuinely loved how much I wanted to continue and then after all that, after crawling out of a horrible depression and fixing my dangerous and harmful thoughts and belief I just fall back into it? It just starts to seep back in, after all that work and effort I still have to keep going I can’t let myself have one fucking breath or it all starts to crumble again

[quixmustdie]

I need this bitch to go to college QUICK and then I am blocking her on everything idgaf my parents dont even know half the shit she did to me

[soysaucefishie]

[lina-suniverse]

𝐄𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢́𝐚

𝐈𝐝𝐞́𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐚 𝐥𝐚 𝐦𝐢́𝐚

𝐒𝐮 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐢́𝐚

𝐄𝐥 𝐦𝐢́𝐨 𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢́𝐚

[tired-xie2]

Actual stuff my friend told me knowing I am $u1c1d4l

I hate tumblr sensor fml

Tw: mention of abuse and $h.

"Not everything is considered as abuse, you do realize that right?" --> after I told her abt my friend whose parents put cams in his room and broke his hand

"I've been through a lot myself and like I'm not $u1c1d4l"

"It's just you white people are so sensitive" --> after I told her abt one of my friends whose parents neglect her

"I dont get it, like why do you have to be $u1cd4l when there's people that have been through worse"

"I come from a country where I saw a lot of people die, and I'm not $u1c1d4l, I have a good life"

As much as I appreciate her, and I don't doubt she's been through a lot, she's never had to deal with $u1c1d4l thoughts, and that genuinely made me feel like shit.

She also said "I'll do a better job than your therapist". Meanwhile she comments on my $h when I relapse.