Iz

I'm a weird little socially anxious personification of ADHD. I talk a lot, so be prepared for that.

As of this moment, I am currently obsessed with Z Nation, Detroit: Become Human, Sally Face, Heartstopper, Creepypasta, Sanders Sides, Helluva Boss, Tadc, and a bunch more that I'll add later when I remember.

I like to draw, write, play guitar, sleep, and read fanfiction until my eyes bleed and I cry out to God for mercy on my soul.

I have a demon that feeds on belly rubs and ear scratches.

I'll edit this or delete this later if my mood swings a ton again lol. Rip my last intro post.

Art blog - @izzydrawsliterallyeverything

Vent blog - @h31pl0l

human jax is fine shit ngl

He never said he's proud of me or that I did a good job because it'd turn me into a "50% soldier" and I'd settle for being less. Even when I get a 31 on the ACT or when I make honor roll, despite being homeschooled.

If we talked to him and made him feel like he had meaning, he'd be more pleasant to be around. He said this after I got mad at him for leaving for a few days and worrying everyone.

He said that I never talk to him. I tried to. When I told him about the good things I did, he'd brush it off. When I told him about my struggles, he'd be mean. When I told him that my anxiety made me scratch the skin off my hand and I let him see the hand, he ignored it. But apparently that never happened because he can't remember it. He doesn't remember any of it. I was sobbing and he said that it never happened and that I was accusing him of borderline illegal behavior.

On very little sleep, no food, and no studying, I got above average scores on every single practice ACT