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BlueMangocat5071
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Bio

I like to go by Blue. I'm 13 years old and my pronouns are she/they.

I can be very quite sometimes just say Hi and I'll try to start a conversation, lots of the time when I'm quiet it's usually because I'm not ok or I just don't know what to talk about. I also sometimes randomly start apologizing even if I did nothing wrong. When I am upset I'll start spelling bad because I turn the auto correct off and I'll also stop using uppercase letters. Triggering topics - Talking about smoking, weed, drugs, I will leave the chat randomly because of it. They can be mentioned and I'll usually be fine but if they start having a conversation about it I can be very triggered by it. Please avoid those topics if possible.

If I say I'm a weird person don't say I'm not because I truly like being weird and I am proud of it. 


My friends here:

Alexo0010 (Alex The friend I can always rely to be there for me no matter what i say or do.) 

PixieRobin (Robin)

Steph402 (Steph My Swim Twin!)

Teenmorgan16 (Morgan)

Iloveyouxx (Nadia)


You are all great thanks for being my friends.











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My Story
Reading & Writing / by BlueMangocat5071
Last post
October 29th
...See more I have not finished it yet and have no clue what to add for chapter one. this is the prologue. I'm planning on having it go back in time to like tell the story of how it got to what happened in the prologue. Prologue My heart pounded in my chest like it was beating a drum. I didn’t have any time to react before the chandelier was falling toward me. Billions of tiny little lights blazing past my eyes, but I couldn’t focus on any of that. The building catching on fire and the chandelier falling toward my demise didn’t matter to me. What mattered was that the person standing across the room from me yelled something.  Did I make it up? Am I hallucinating? Am I sure this isn’t just a dream? Me wishing that all this in my head was fake? No it couldn’t be fake. I’m bleeding and feeling pain. Not just physical pain but also emotional. This couldn’t be fake. Could it? The flames licked hungrily at the walls, casting flickering shadows across the room. The atrocious scent of smoke filled my nostrils as I struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding around me. The figure across the room gestured urgently, their words lost in the roar of the fire. With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed past the pain and stumbled towards them, desperate to escape the crumbling inferno. It was useless though. I was trapped by the wall of flames. I felt the heat of the flames start to *** my skin. Sweat flowing down my face and before it even got to the end of my chin evaporating off. I kept pressing on though stumbling as my clothes slowly caught on fire. As I slowly drew closer the person across the room wasn’t warning me but running after me. Maybe my memories are wrong but I swear I was fighting that person 5 minutes ago. Are they my enemy or are they trying to save my life? Confusion and fear swirled inside me as I struggled to grasp the sudden shift in the figure's actions. Were they friend or foe? The flames danced around us, painting a fumage scene of destruction and chaos. With each step closer, the figure's features became clearer, revealing a familiar face contorted in a mixture of determination and concern. As the searing heat enveloped us, the figure reached out a hand towards me, their eyes pleading for trust. Without thinking, I reached out and clasped their hand. They pulled me out of the building, dragging my nearly limp body behind him. As we emerged from the fiery chaos we fell to the grass field outside, gasping for breath in the cool night air, the figure turned to me. At that moment I realized it was him. The person who I had been fighting the entire time.  Why did he save me? Why? I tried to kill him, not once, not twice, but more times than I can count. The weight of conflicting emotions bore down on me as I came face to face with the person I had considered my enemy. Every fiber of my being screamed with the injustice of the situation, the tangled web of hatred and gratitude weaving a complex tapestry of turmoil within me. His gaze met mine, a mixture of exhaustion and relief mirrored in his eyes. The flickering light of the dying flames cast a haunting glow upon his features, accentuating the lines of weariness etched upon his face. "Why did you save me?" I whispered, the words barely audible over the crackling embers that still smoldered around us. He hesitated for a moment, as if grappling with his own inner demons before finally speaking, "Because despite everything, I couldn't let you die. I just couldn’t let you die."
Steph and Blue's Place
Pen Pals / by BlueMangocat5071
Last post
October 27th
...See more This is a place for Blue and steph to talk. @steph8402
Leaving
General Support / by BlueMangocat5071
Last post
March 14th
...See more Sorry I'm leaving cups it's no one's fault I'm just leaving 
Jar of Hearts By Christina Perri
Music & Dance / by BlueMangocat5071
Last post
March 13th
...See more I added pictures to the song based on the lyrics I hope you like it.
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