“I would write a book about my feelings and my thoughts and the dark skies and how I grasp onto my blanket all the time or how I scream in pain or smile in joy knowing that maybe someone smiled because of their achievements or maybe they are at the highest point in their life. But it all becomes worthless at the end. “

edited version because i knew that was just super abstract-y and i had lots of things to say lol:

I would write every page of my life, every thought, every single spark that glitters inside of my mind, every dark feeling that filled the skies like thick black smoke. I would. I would write about how i would grasp onto my blanket and cry, with tears that had to be written , because every tear had a story that I just couldn’t tell because my lips just don’t tell the same tale, my lips tell lies and the wrong story gets written over and over again, but my tears do. I would write about how i used to scream in the dark, where I couldn’t be seen, so no one has to know who is screaming, so that its just me, and i know that darkness is my friend and comfort. That every time it touches me, its almost like I have seen so much more …. So much more adventures than the danger in the light. Because when i touch the light or try to find light it always seems like it always pushes me down and makes me feel like the same *** person I always will be and always have been. I would write about smiling because i can see someone’s joy, yet on the inside i am broken and into pieces and im hurting so much . I forget how to smile sometimes. Yet seeing someone happy and smile makes me think that maybe the world is a little bit more happier than i see it . Because maybe its not always hurting and extreme things that i have seen and heard. Maybe they have achieved something worthy. Maybe they are at their highest point of their life and want to shout in joy. I would write about how i want to hug someone so tight and cry with them and tell them that it might not be okay right now. But im here. Yet i know we are all alone at the end. I would write about every single day and every single hour and moment. Just like i used to grow up in moments, not years. But its all worthless. Its just a story that will end soon anyways.

you made it. congratulations.

till we make it.

@amiableBunny4016

Hi, Bunny, nice to meet you. I like your post and words, keep writing, the world is better because people like you.

What can I say? Why does everyone constantly eat me to say something when I've had enough of talking to people who have already messed with my life.

Bunnyyyyyy 🥺 Me's been wanting to post here for a while, but I haven't had the time nor the energy to do so. But here I ammmmm 💖

Me aged up very recently, and I miss you so so so muchhhh ❤️ Me also wants to say that you are such a compassionate, loving, strong, and amazing hooman bean, and even if you don't believe it, you deserve so much. Even though I'm not on the teenie side anymore, I'll still be here if you need anything. I'm not on very often, but I'll do my best <3 Ilysm moi dear friendsieeee

The day I can't cope anymore be like:

.....today

Mom... Dad..... We were once a family. But now we are almost strangers to each other. You left me in this place and I don't blame you. It's always the same reality I have waited for and the same emotional pain. You always called me a s1nner, you always said I should do something terrible to myself . But here I am. I'm alive. So thank you for giving me all this *** and strength. I feel pity for you often. I hope you find a way without me.

Love,

Bunny