Bucky Barnes.

I have major depressive disorder and persistent depressive disorder (this is sometimes referred to as double depression because woohoo who doesn’t love a buy one get one free deal?) ANYWAYS, my niece died and you can be the happiest person in the world but nothing prepares you for that grief. My job is in crisis (not me losing my job, just regulations making it very unsafe), but most of you know my schedule was incompatible with being a responsive Bucky Anon. Then today, pretty much everyone forgot my birthday. My heart hurts and my version of Bucky has always been very positive and romantic. I can’t put my all into that right now.

I think I’m reaching a point where I’m maybe a little more comfortable sharing my writing blog with some of you that have talked to me OOCly throughout my long time here, but idk. I’ll check back later and see if I have any messages of people that actually want that. Currently still very anxious about that being the least exciting reveal that no one wants and also terrified of the judgement of my shitty writing compared to y’all’s god-tier content so ... yup, we’ll see how this goes.