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my cursed discord server (part 1)

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Tips from a babysitter? (No. 1)

Don’t tell them your fears. They’ll use it against you. My proof? (*I babysit two twin 9y girls, to tell them apart I’ll use C and L) Me : No, I’m not scared of monsters, they’re my friends. (C asked me to go downstairs with her because she was scared of the monsters)  L : What are you scared of then? Me : Humans. More specifically, humans with knives. LATER *playing super heroes, they were both villains, me a hero* Me : Ahhh, you’re gonna get me! *runs upstairs into their mom’s room bc it has a big TV* L : *grabs a knife and starts chasing me with it* Me : *panicking* L, NO. Put it away! *slowly backing away*

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throwback to that time that i was asked to clean my class’s fishtank and i decided to pick the fish out of the water with my hands to move it to the cup and i dropped it on the floor. twice. and it survived. i was fourteen

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am i legally allowed to kill someone

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I think I scared my health teacher

So we were supposed to write dear me letters and so i did. we were told to make it like we were our own best friends. i suffer from depression, so it was kinda hard, but i managed. anyway, being my insane self, i wrote this lovely piece: This is praise for your lovely art. Lovely lovely art, child. You are good art. Yes. You cannot listen to the wet socks that tell you otherwise. Indeed, you are good. Perfectenschlag. You can write stories very nicely. You are also excellent at weirding people out. Praise. Much praise. Thanks for being you, no matter what those expired cartons of milk tell you. Like when Strawberry made fun of you for being gay. You don't change yourself for that little stubbed toe. She’s nothing. Thanks for shining brighter than the sun, you gay little bunny. ✨You cannot stop twinkling✨.  I admire your ability to weird people out. I admire your art. You, child, are the definition of good art. Your art is the best art of all the art. Yes. Yes, yes. I admire your ability to learn new languages. Eísai téleios, paidí mou.  For the past two years, your light has faltered. For a while, you let those mosquito bites trample all over you. You almost gave up. But then two wedgies came into your life and FIXED you. Of course, then they went from wedgies to empty toilet paper rolls when you’re in a public stall and left you, BUT you can do it. NO MORE COMPLAINING, CHILD. I know it feels like everything sucks and the world is out to get you and everyone else, and you’re not wrong, but imagine this was you arguing with someone. Do you quit? NO. YOU BE STUBBORN AND KEEP ARGUING. No more depresso espresso, child. Be a Bakugo in a world of Minetas. Be GAY. The gods let you live another day, so make it those bowls of cold soups’ problems! You can reverse the curse, child, and you will. Be your stubborn self and don’t let those 6 am alarm clocks on a Saturday win. Stop turning yourself into the carrots people put into salads and SURVIVE. No, don’t just survive. LIVE. BE THE ✨YUGA AOYAMA✨ IN THE WORLD OF NEITO MONOMAS. Yes. Yes, yes. From yourself, just a worse version. Go rule the world, child

Some of the letters were rainbow, like “gay” and “you cannot stop twinkling” which im sure helped my case