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ATTENTION! NEW ACCOUNT!
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Merry christler
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merry easterween
have tons of egg nog
have tons of egg nog
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it is set
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at some point I will actually make a new account for all of my new art to be in.
I might make it during the new year in 2017 since I kinda want to make this last.
Still, though. I did cringey stuff on this account and my evidence is everywhere-
people reply to like 3 year old comments and it makes me just- eUGH stoPPPP
fdkgjs;ldkfgjeSDklHs
SO UH
PREPARE FOR NEW STUFF SOON
I'll probably just let this account rot rather than shutting it down completely
because I still have art on here- I'll just throw it in the storage and if I wanna
return to it I will.
I might make it during the new year in 2017 since I kinda want to make this last.
Still, though. I did cringey stuff on this account and my evidence is everywhere-
people reply to like 3 year old comments and it makes me just- eUGH stoPPPP
fdkgjs;ldkfgjeSDklHs
SO UH
PREPARE FOR NEW STUFF SOON
I'll probably just let this account rot rather than shutting it down completely
because I still have art on here- I'll just throw it in the storage and if I wanna
return to it I will.
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:/
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I've done so much bs on this acc that I just want to start over.
I'm thinking against it as this account is fairly old but holds good memories....
...But at some point on this I've gone through an exrtemely edgy phase, my sta.sh and storage is full of my old art (which is cringeworthy). At more worse moments I've argued with people, became affiliated with some pretty edgy roleplay (and sexual roleplay, which I didn't know at the time since I was innocent af) and I even assumed some pretty dumb things- like being... 'otherkin.' (I now refuse to believe I said anything about that. I am not this and I do not believe in it whatsoever.)
Would you guys hate me if I started everything over?
Fresh, clean slate with all new art?
I feel like I need that right about now.
I'm thinking against it as this account is fairly old but holds good memories....
...But at some point on this I've gone through an exrtemely edgy phase, my sta.sh and storage is full of my old art (which is cringeworthy). At more worse moments I've argued with people, became affiliated with some pretty edgy roleplay (and sexual roleplay, which I didn't know at the time since I was innocent af) and I even assumed some pretty dumb things- like being... 'otherkin.' (I now refuse to believe I said anything about that. I am not this and I do not believe in it whatsoever.)
Would you guys hate me if I started everything over?
Fresh, clean slate with all new art?
I feel like I need that right about now.
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:(
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Wow.
It's been awhile since I've done one of these journals.
Just wanna let you know I'm not dead, and I've been doing school these past... 4 weeks? Yeah. We'll say that for now. There's been so much on my mind and I can't express them as well as I hope. The thing is, I'm so anxious and worried about everything, yet... There's nothing wrong at all. I have good parents, average siblings, and I don't really have bullies nagging me on my personal differences. (not that I know of, at least...)</i> Then you've got me here; I'm sitting around crying, dreading, and making constant vent art and ...My life's completely fine? What's going on?
This ain't hormones. This is way too severe to be any sort of puberty influence.
My anxiety problems have gone through the roof and I'm not very happy about it. I was literally assigned one MEASLY project by my teacher and I almost had a panic attack stressing out how I'm going to plan it. I'm sometimes randomly called on by teachers to answer questions, and when I get them wrong out of embarrassment, I can feel the heat of humiliation under my clothes and the tears in my eyes... And the shortness of my breath. Like, I seriously couldn't breathe, but I didn't make a noise, so nobody noticed.
I'm stressed and I'm tired. My nation's election overwhelmed me as many friends fought over much controversy between the candidates and my schoolwork really didn't make anything better. I want my anxiety problems to stop, but I know it isn't happening anytime soon. No matter how much I try to ignore my ever-so sensitive nerves, they always comes back. Always. Crying so hard you can't breathe over absolutely nothing. Some BS right there. Lucky I have my art and my writings as an escape for me. It's funny, really. Every time I'm in crowded places, I have to bring a sketchbook in order to distract myself from the enormous amounts of people and how much stress it puts on my senses- aka it keeps me from crying over nonsense.
When will it end? I'll never know.
It's been awhile since I've done one of these journals.
Just wanna let you know I'm not dead, and I've been doing school these past... 4 weeks? Yeah. We'll say that for now. There's been so much on my mind and I can't express them as well as I hope. The thing is, I'm so anxious and worried about everything, yet... There's nothing wrong at all. I have good parents, average siblings, and I don't really have bullies nagging me on my personal differences. (not that I know of, at least...)</i> Then you've got me here; I'm sitting around crying, dreading, and making constant vent art and ...My life's completely fine? What's going on?
This ain't hormones. This is way too severe to be any sort of puberty influence.
My anxiety problems have gone through the roof and I'm not very happy about it. I was literally assigned one MEASLY project by my teacher and I almost had a panic attack stressing out how I'm going to plan it. I'm sometimes randomly called on by teachers to answer questions, and when I get them wrong out of embarrassment, I can feel the heat of humiliation under my clothes and the tears in my eyes... And the shortness of my breath. Like, I seriously couldn't breathe, but I didn't make a noise, so nobody noticed.
I'm stressed and I'm tired. My nation's election overwhelmed me as many friends fought over much controversy between the candidates and my schoolwork really didn't make anything better. I want my anxiety problems to stop, but I know it isn't happening anytime soon. No matter how much I try to ignore my ever-so sensitive nerves, they always comes back. Always. Crying so hard you can't breathe over absolutely nothing. Some BS right there. Lucky I have my art and my writings as an escape for me. It's funny, really. Every time I'm in crowded places, I have to bring a sketchbook in order to distract myself from the enormous amounts of people and how much stress it puts on my senses- aka it keeps me from crying over nonsense.
When will it end? I'll never know.
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