So to all the new peeps: hey, how are you? Welcome, we have snacks here. Keep in mind that I don't do bigotry, hating people for the shit that they do in their bedrooms (unless its harmful against innocent people), and spiteful shit just cuz. Take that shit elsewhere. Thanx!

People are still being killed in Gaza. Don’t lose focus.

Don't be calling no man Daddy if he can't even text you to see how you're doing. Sailor Maki Says ✨️

Being out here raw dogging depression when you have shit to do is not fun. And tbh, the only thing that is saving me is my cat. I don’t even want to think about where I would be or what I would have done if I was alone right now.

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Y’all don’t know how much I miss the creative, sensual, joyous side of myself. I’m gonna reclaim that power come hell of high water. Be bless and be good to yourself!/10

Yes, this is word vomit. But this word vomit makes me feel better slightly. So cheers to releasing unnecessary sacrifices. Cheers to healing. Cheers to new chapters. Today, I promise myself that the back half of 2023 will be better than the front./9

I miss having the ability to tap into my nerdy side and create cosplays and write about shows that I enjoy. I can’t do that here. Not in this house. When things don’t bring you joy, ask why, cut them loose, and give yourself grace./8

With that being said, I will fulfill the obligations of things that I want to do and bring me joy. No more sacrificing me to something that I can no longer control. The best that I can do, is be a better steward of myself and my life. /7

I’m honestly tired of sacrificing who I am to benefit others who would not do the same for me. It’s very painful but it has to be done. I shouldn’t sit where I lay my head and be full of pain and anxiety. /6

Are folks gonna feel some type of way about the move I’m about to make? Absolutely! But my health come first. I have a backup plan. Things (I can tell) are falling into place. My other seeds that I have planted will harvest. /5

All the sacrifice. All the grief. All the pain. I sit here and I feel all of it. Frankly, it’s making me nauseous. I don’t like it. It’s a cage that is slowly being covered by ivy & vines. /4

Anywho, sitting in this place that I rest my head brings me both anxiety and grief. Those who knows, know & I will spare you the details. However, it’s more palatable than usual. I feel physically uncomfortable being here./3

All that to say: what I am about to say is not a cry for help. It’s just that my anxiety is that fucking high that I have to let it out & to me, this is the best way. How do I know my anxiety is high? Simple. I feel it I’m my scalp. Weird, right?/2

I word vomit on here because I can get out my thought. A lot of friends and family either don’t be on here like that/don’t follow me/the algorithm don’t allow them to see me that often. Which plays in my favor. /1

Being an adult means accepting the things you can’t change, changing the things that you can, the wisdom to know the difference, and having a support system for when it goes to shit.

Sooooooo. Who’s gonna tell her

Random thought: seeing families & couples at cons make me a tad sad b/c I desire to be in a loving long term relationship with someone(s) who gets me & is willing to get me but I’m afraid I will never have that.

I expect discourse that last for a week about how ghetto he looks, and how he should better represent himself in public. Double Spaced. APA format with citations on my desk before the end of the night and I’m dead serious.