Little Punk

My pronouns are he/him, and I'm 18.

This is mainly an age regression blog, but slightly different.

I won't be regressed making any of the posts on here, but I will be talking about age/pet regression - whether it's about caregivers, regressing alone, or vent posts.

Nothing on here will be unsafe for regressors. No curses, no slurs, no nsfw content.

Don't ask me for any of that either.

Feel free to ask for tips for regression in my ask box, along with anything else.

I do not have a caregiver, so asks about caregivers might be a little out of my reach.

Minors are free to look and interact with my posts, but please, no asks unless you are 16+.

Now, it just feels like Christmas is.. gone.

I should be celebrating and excited to give gifts, but I just feel... the same.

I miss when Christmas meant something to me, before being told to grow up. I miss when I could ask for anything my little heart desired and it would be there, right under the Christmas tree. I miss bring carefree. I miss being excited for presents. I miss when I wasn't expected to ask for more 'adult' things, rather than toys and comfort items.

I miss being happy during Christmas, rather then it feel like a chore.

And now it feels like it's too late to even start getting into the holiday spirit, even if I could.

I wish I had someone to text everyday, just to say a quick hi or even rant to - and always get a message back

I wish I had someone that would actually care about me when I regress.

I wish I had someone to hold me when I feel like I'm going to shatter into a million different pieces.

I wish I had someone to play with me when I'm regressed without making me feel like I have to take care of them

I wish I had someone who wouldn't leave me

I wish I had someone who wouldn't ignore me

I wish I had someone who wouldn't tell me that I was too much

I wish I had someone who wouldn't yell at me

I wish I had someone who made me feel cared for

I wish I had a caregiver.

I would be safe. I would be content. I wouldn't have any fears or worries. I wouldn't even have to think.

Ha, sure little dude, go right ahead! Save some for the rest of us, alright?

Or trying to play by yourself but you can't fully get into that regressed mindset because you're coloring a picture, but who are you coloring it for? Your lifeless stuffie that might secretly hate your guts? Yourself? There's no point. And it just gets you all down because you truly have nobody. You have nobody to talk to when you regress and can't do anything for yourself, you have nobody to take care of you, you have nobody to really look out for you.

And then you sit there in the middle of your room and cry like a baby. Why are you crying like this? Who are you crying for? Are you crying because the lack or attention or the lack of people who care? Are you crying because you're now just realizing that you're truly alone? Or are you crying because the only thing that would want to hear you talk right now is a stuffed animal?

Or perhaps you're crying because you just want someone to take care of you sometimes. Someone to hold you close and whisper that you've been so good for them and that you're not a burden on them or the world. Someone to kiss your tears away and let you cry for as long as you want to. Someone to make you cookies. Someone to help you when you don't feel good.

Maybe you're just crying because you're alone

Maybe you're always gonna be alone.

Maybe one day there'll be a light in the middle of the darkness.