jemo tired ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆

˚₊·͟͟͟͟͟͟͞͞͞͞͞͞➳❥ ꒰ ⌨ ✰ 𝗃𝖾𝗆𝗈 ⁱˢ ᵗʸᵖⁱⁿᵍ··· ꒱ | ೃ࿔₊•

➤ lonely pup , but loyal & have an owner < / 3

you can call me — jemo / jem / jemka / jelemo /

kris / tisha .

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

︶֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪

she / they

︶֪︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶ིྀ︶︶֪︶︶︶֪︶︶֪︶︶֪

this is a vent account .

➤ TW ' S / CW ' S

: // sh , sa , cocsa , hypersexuality vent , suicide ideation , blood on art , guts , generally disturbing drawings sometimes . i may update this list .

i dont want to get 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 . but i encourage healing and dont want to drag anyone down with my blog .

𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 , 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 or just willing to listen .

BLOCK , DONT REPORT .

₊‧ʚ・︵︵ ₊˚๑ ᕱᕱ ꒱✦ ₊ ︵︵・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤 𝖠𝖡𝖳 𝖬𝖤 𝖴𝖭𝖣𝖤𝖱 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖢𝖴𝖳˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

oh. i got worse. way, way worse.

like. last year level of worse, if im not underestimating my state right now.

i want to kill myself. or harm. i dont have tools to do either.

i was soft clay molded by people with claws into something disgusting and wrong.

i used to think that it was me who was too soft and receptive, but turns out it was false meaning they had put inside my programming.

as it goes for every broken thing, i was destined to experience a first gentle touch. and suddenly, my reality shattered and then everything fell into the right place.

turns out it wasnt the claws that hurt me,

everyone have claws,

it was the intention they put behind their actions.

yes im mourning the friendship with my ex fp again. sue me.

chat, look at this poor baby :<

i dont know whats wrong with her, but she couldnt fly away. i carried her to the flowers afterwards.

i really really love insects. and they seem to love me back, considering that this little thing trusted me enough to hold her.

bringing back this old thing

hehehehrh head pats ˃͈◡˂͈

// pats you in return //

the homework was to kill yourself a year ago. why enter a jirai house if you dont give a shit about the homework! /j /ref

i feel like im gonna throw up right now. everything is only getting worse, even when i thought i had hit a rock bottom. turns out there is so much more lows i can hit.

i dont even have anything to harm myself with. fucking hell, i knew that i should keep carrying a lighter and a bobby pin in my backpack.

im mourning someone who never even existed. i feel like ive lost the plot.

im genuinely a horrible human being. i dont deserve to be here. what the actual fuck am i doing. shouldve killed myself a year ago.

sometimes it feels like im genuinely faking all these mood swings.

TW : // HYPERSEXUAL SPEAKING

oh my fucking god. OH MY FUCKING GOD.

i want to kill myself because i dont have the access to my old laptop. its either broken or whatever the fuck.

im so so so pissed off right now.

i have a few favourite vent animators who tend to delete a lot of their videos and i need their stuff to calm down right now. i need to feel like im not alone.

i have what i need saved on my laptop. and i cant access it. or tomodachi life. or my drawing software. or any of the games i actively use to cope with this.

i dont fucking know what to do. i genuinely want to harm myself because i feel so fucking desperate and hollowed out.

i fucking hate when people get angry. doesnt matter if its directed at me or not, doesnt matter at all.

fucking... ugh. shut the fuck up, just shut up, dont speak to me ever again.

i hold all my emotions inside and now i have to calm you down for some reason? bullshit.

its not that i dont want people to express their emotions, i just dont want to be a fucking cloth for you to cry into. i dont want to be your punching bag.

im so mad right now, but honestly i just want a hug.