𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝕶𝖑𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖊

One month later, and I would soon find the answer. I’m okay. I got to a new school, where I finally don’t feel as outcasted as before. People love me, I’ve found friends who sings words of praise to me everyday, who look up to me and want to see me well everyday. There’s many, many of them. More than I can count. They’re different, all of them. But they all want me well. I am wanted, seen, waited for. I want to be in a place full of people, I do not feel uneasy or unsafe.

He is gone. I’m okay about what happened, it wasn’t my fault. I did the best I could do, and it was used against me. I felt heavy, helpless, and they thrived off of that fear. I’m free to start over, to recover what was lost, to slowly unwind my nervous syatem from the constant fear of harm coming upon my way by the hands of the person I loved the most. It isn’t supposed to hurt, love, is it? Solitude has been more of a loving embrace than 8 months have ever been.

I’ve been gaining weight. November 2025, I was 45kg. I could barely get out of bed. I felt weak, dizzy, I didn’t have a reason to take care of myself. I was scared to, actually, that I would survive everything that was upon me and more would come. I’ve been eating more, noticing my body change for the better. I like cooking again, not for others, but for myself as well. Food has tasted better

I’m surrounded by wonderful people. I’ve never took time to realize that. Ivan, my beautiful friend, is still the treasure I hold closest to my heart, and this hasn’t changed one bit. Xy, the angel that helped me realize and slowly fight back against it, I have no words for my gratitude. People that have sat by my side as I withered and now stand with me as I slowly come back to life.

To finally be able to realize that it does get better. Damn, it really does get better. I am thrilled to wake up everyday, free to smile, free to build all that was broken down anew. I feel free, like there’s a place for me somewhere. A lot of exciting things have been happening, and I’m proud of myself. I barely made out of it alive, my life was risked more than once. But I did, and may respite find me, and this time, I will be kinder to myself.

Maybe for the girl that weeped as everything around her burned. Maybe for the woman that fell in love with a war, maybe for the child who stood clotheless in a white room. I have to smile as much as I’ve cried, and I’ll do that. Everyday, I promise this much. This happiness, I will cherish it and share it with the world.

One month later, and I would soon find the answer. I’m okay. I got to a new school, where I finally don’t feel as outcasted as before. People love me, I’ve found friends who sings words of praise to me everyday, who look up to me and want to see me well everyday. There’s many, many of them. More than I can count. They’re different, all of them. But they all want me well. I am wanted, seen, waited for. I want to be in a place full of people, I do not feel uneasy or unsafe.

He is gone. I’m okay about what happened, it wasn’t my fault. I did the best I could do, and it was used against me. I felt heavy, helpless, and they thrived off of that fear. I’m free to start over, to recover what was lost, to slowly unwind my nervous syatem from the constant fear of harm coming upon my way by the hands of the person I loved the most. It isn’t supposed to hurt, love, is it? Solitude has been more of a loving embrace than 8 months have ever been.

I’ve been gaining weight. November 2025, I was 45kg. I could barely get out of bed. I felt weak, dizzy, I didn’t have a reason to take care of myself. I was scared to, actually, that I would survive everything that was upon me and more would come. I’ve been eating more, noticing my body change for the better. I like cooking again, not for others, but for myself as well. Food has tasted better

I’m surrounded by wonderful people. I’ve never took time to realize that. Ivan, my beautiful friend, is still the treasure I hold closest to my heart, and this hasn’t changed one bit. Xy, the angel that helped me realize and slowly fight back against it, I have no words for my gratitude. People that have sat by my side as I withered and now stand with me as I slowly come back to life.

To finally be able to realize that it does get better. Damn, it really does get better. I am thrilled to wake up everyday, free to smile, free to build all that was broken down anew. I feel free, like there’s a place for me somewhere. A lot of exciting things have been happening, and I’m proud of myself. I barely made out of it alive, my life was risked more than once. But I did, and may respite find me, and this time, I will be kinder to myself.

Maybe for the girl that weeped as everything around her burned. Maybe for the woman that fell in love with a war, maybe for the child who stood clotheless in a white room. I have to smile as much as I’ve cried, and I’ll do that. Everyday, I promise this much. This happiness, I will cherish it and share it with the world.

One month later, and I would soon find the answer. I’m okay. I got to a new school, where I finally don’t feel as outcasted as before. People love me, I’ve found friends who sings words of praise to me everyday, who look up to me and want to see me well everyday. There’s many, many of them. More than I can count. They’re different, all of them. But they all want me well. I am wanted, seen, waited for. I want to be in a place full of people, I do not feel uneasy or unsafe.

He is gone. I’m okay about what happened, it wasn’t my fault. I did the best I could do, and it was used against me. I felt heavy, helpless, and they thrived off of that fear. I’m free to start over, to recover what was lost, to slowly unwind my nervous syatem from the constant fear of harm coming upon my way by the hands of the person I loved the most. It isn’t supposed to hurt, love, is it? Solitude has been more of a loving embrace than 8 months have ever been.

I’ve been gaining weight. November 2025, I was 45kg. I could barely get out of bed. I felt weak, dizzy, I didn’t have a reason to take care of myself. I was scared to, actually, that I would survive everything that was upon me and more would come. I’ve been eating more, noticing my body change for the better. I like cooking again, not for others, but for myself as well. Food has tasted better

I’m surrounded by wonderful people. I’ve never took time to realize that. Ivan, my beautiful friend, is still the treasure I hold closest to my heart, and this hasn’t changed one bit. Xy, the angel that helped me realize and slowly fight back against it, I have no words for my gratitude. People that have sat by my side as I withered and now stand with me as I slowly come back to life.

To finally be able to realize that it does get better. Damn, it really does get better. I am thrilled to wake up everyday, free to smile, free to build all that was broken down anew. I feel free, like there’s a place for me somewhere. A lot of exciting things have been happening, and I’m proud of myself. I barely made out of it alive, my life was risked more than once. But I did, and may respite find me, and this time, I will be kinder to myself.

Maybe for the girl that weeped as everything around her burned. Maybe for the woman that fell in love with a war, maybe for the child who stood clotheless in a white room. I have to smile as much as I’ve cried, and I’ll do that. Everyday, I promise this much. This happiness, I will cherish it and share it with the world.

One month later, and I would soon find the answer. I’m okay. I got to a new school, where I finally don’t feel as outcasted as before. People love me, I’ve found friends who sings words of praise to me everyday, who look up to me and want to see me well everyday. There’s many, many of them. More than I can count. They’re different, all of them. But they all want me well. I am wanted, seen, waited for. I want to be in a place full of people, I do not feel uneasy or unsafe.

He is gone. I’m okay about what happened, it wasn’t my fault. I did the best I could do, and it was used against me. I felt heavy, helpless, and they thrived off of that fear. I’m free to start over, to recover what was lost, to slowly unwind my nervous syatem from the constant fear of harm coming upon my way by the hands of the person I loved the most. It isn’t supposed to hurt, love, is it? Solitude has been more of a loving embrace than 8 months have ever been.

I’ve been gaining weight. November 2025, I was 45kg. I could barely get out of bed. I felt weak, dizzy, I didn’t have a reason to take care of myself. I was scared to, actually, that I would survive everything that was upon me and more would come. I’ve been eating more, noticing my body change for the better. I like cooking again, not for others, but for myself as well. Food has tasted better

I’m surrounded by wonderful people. I’ve never took time to realize that. Ivan, my beautiful friend, is still the treasure I hold closest to my heart, and this hasn’t changed one bit. Xy, the angel that helped me realize and slowly fight back against it, I have no words for my gratitude. People that have sat by my side as I withered and now stand with me as I slowly come back to life.

To finally be able to realize that it does get better. Damn, it really does get better. I am thrilled to wake up everyday, free to smile, free to build all that was broken down anew. I feel free, like there’s a place for me somewhere. A lot of exciting things have been happening, and I’m proud of myself. I barely made out of it alive, my life was risked more than once. But I did, and may respite find me, and this time, I will be kinder to myself.

Maybe for the girl that weeped as everything around her burned. Maybe for the woman that fell in love with a war, maybe for the child who stood clotheless in a white room. I have to smile as much as I’ve cried, and I’ll do that. Everyday, I promise this much. This happiness, I will cherish it and share it with the world.

One month later, and I would soon find the answer. I’m okay. I got to a new school, where I finally don’t feel as outcasted as before. People love me, I’ve found friends who sings words of praise to me everyday, who look up to me and want to see me well everyday. There’s many, many of them. More than I can count. They’re different, all of them. But they all want me well. I am wanted, seen, waited for. I want to be in a place full of people, I do not feel uneasy or unsafe.

He is gone. I’m okay about what happened, it wasn’t my fault. I did the best I could do, and it was used against me. I felt heavy, helpless, and they thrived off of that fear. I’m free to start over, to recover what was lost, to slowly unwind my nervous syatem from the constant fear of harm coming upon my way by the hands of the person I loved the most. It isn’t supposed to hurt, love, is it? Solitude has been more of a loving embrace than 8 months have ever been.

I’ve been gaining weight. November 2025, I was 45kg. I could barely get out of bed. I felt weak, dizzy, I didn’t have a reason to take care of myself. I was scared to, actually, that I would survive everything that was upon me and more would come. I’ve been eating more, noticing my body change for the better. I like cooking again, not for others, but for myself as well. Food has tasted better

I’m surrounded by wonderful people. I’ve never took time to realize that. Ivan, my beautiful friend, is still the treasure I hold closest to my heart, and this hasn’t changed one bit. Xy, the angel that helped me realize and slowly fight back against it, I have no words for my gratitude. People that have sat by my side as I withered and now stand with me as I slowly come back to life.

To finally be able to realize that it does get better. Damn, it really does get better. I am thrilled to wake up everyday, free to smile, free to build all that was broken down anew. I feel free, like there’s a place for me somewhere. A lot of exciting things have been happening, and I’m proud of myself. I barely made out of it alive, my life was risked more than once. But I did, and may respite find me, and this time, I will be kinder to myself.

Maybe for the girl that weeped as everything around her burned. Maybe for the woman that fell in love with a war, maybe for the child who stood clotheless in a white room. I have to smile as much as I’ve cried, and I’ll do that. Everyday, I promise this much. This happiness, I will cherish it and share it with the world.

i know who i'm hoping will get picked but i think they wont be

Hey maybe U think none of these, I get it lol.

Tori Spring does feel like the odd one out here but I actually deeply relate to her

okk so which one do u think is the most like me?

I was gonna put a FoFer 4th but I don't spectate enough so ✨bonus round✨ tell me which FoFer I is most the like :D

Also I can guarantee who'll get the votes because I know which fandom these things go into *Cough cough @viddles-is-a-nerd cough*

Uhhh

I need to start finding more things to like omg I can't keep relying on pjsk and a DS game older than me

i could probably note certain ways my favorites are connected but im too lazy for that shit

@orikeys @hiirociette @asai-fumiko +Open tags!!

Anyways,

Now for tags :

Some moots were already tagged and I don’t wanna double tag so I’ll just tag ones who aren’t tagged!

Which character suits me the most? Hmm...let's see:

Tags!!

ok guys ..whomst... idc I'm counting bandmen too