Okay, cool. I’ll wear my crown with pride. lol

Well, I seem to have caught that oh so rare, “huh, maybe I should revisit that” bug. And I did just that, just to find it so cringe I was giving past me some bombastic side eye…😣

….I blame a tiny apple whose story I have silently devoured like 4 times? I lost count ❤️…..

I guess this is me kinda putting out there that I might actually contribute to the G/t brain rot instead of just lurking.

No, like honestly, for reals! I even have the first reworked chapter done!….. I think…….What? I’m trigger shy, okay? Lmao

Like am I weird for kinda wanting someone to proof read it first? Or should I just full send.

Um, well, keep an eye out, I guess. As it comes together, I’ll throw it on here. I’m thinking with a tag maybe.

#AdiandErik

I would love to get a henna tattoo, but i don’t know enough about them to know what would be racist and what wouldn’t be. If it’s racist for me to get one at all, please tell me, I don’t want to get one just because it’s ‘pretty’ only to find out I’m being highly offensive. 

If it’s not, please tell me what would and wouldnt be acceptable. I plan on doing more research, but I’m busy atm and any help from anyone (especially experts on  henna tattoos) would be a huge relief. 

Kids and teens are still growing.

Whatever they’re doing right now, they don’t understand that what they’re doing is wrong.

It’s better to say what they’re doing is wrong, and to give facts, then leave them alone than it is to yell and curse them out for liking something they don’t understand is bad.

They just know that what they like makes them feel good, and to be told it’s bad can be very confusing.

They’ll realize eventually it’s wrong.

Today and yesterday. I am so done with people at my school right now. First: Teachers. Caring, somewhat of hags, right? Yeah, not much here. Except for 1. Her name I refuse to say right now. Anyway, she put me in the back of the class. No biggie, right? Wrong. My glasses broke and I can’t see five feet in front of me now. So I mutter,”Great, now I can’t see.”

She replied with,”No comments, please.”

Yeah, I get she said please, and all, but really? You don’t put a kid with broken glasses in the back, lady. You put them  in the front, where they can see. So I stood up, slammed by stuff down (I usually do this, so you can see why it may seem I’m always angry all the time), stood up, and said,”I can’t sit here. I can’t see.”

She asked me if I wanted to go into the hallway, with which I relpied with fine.

I was just so angry because I needed to see, and I adore school. Really. But when this woman seems so done and uncaring of what I feel, then fine! I’d rather go into the fucking hall than sit there, unable to see shit.

She calls me back. I say something I can’t remember, but I do remember her saying,”Hall. Now.”

I went into the hall and began talking to another teacher about what happend. Not so bad, right? You know how people get mad when you interrupt? That’s how I felt. The teacher that got mad at me went out, and in the middle of a sentance I was saying, said,”I am done with her and her temper!” while pointing a finger at me.

I tell her I didn’t have a temper, and she sends me to the DS room (a room that’s for in school suspension.). I admit, I acted like a little shit and had a smug grin on. I felt pride. But that faded over time as students said that what I did was wrong and prideful.

That day was horrible. And then there was today.

Nothing bad really happened at first. All was alright, I was a goddamn good student and didn’t snap at the teacher from previousness. Then came gym. I was done with running around, and it was nearly the end of gym. So I was standing at the doors, ready to go. I had gained a follower on my story I’m writing, and I was so happy.

A boy can ruin that. Out of a joke, I said,”I dare you all to try and make a better story than mine!”

He replied with,”Once upon a time, you died. The End.” 

Guys, that broke my heart. I was so happy, and then him. The rest of them laughed. Said he would be a wonderful writer, better than me. I was so hurt, and I could only pretend it didn’t happen, that I wasn’t about to break inside and just SCREAM.

Lunch passed. I was in 5th period. A boy sat in front of me, nothing wrong. I was talking to the guy next to me about how I was teaching this girl online how to speak and type English, when the guy in front butted in.

“I dont’ care.”

“Was I fucking talking to you?!” I snapped at him.

The rest of the period passed with me poking him. But what broke me further was him telling me that I stunk. I just... I didn’t have deoderant. Of course I stank. Of course I was going to smell worse than him.

But him saying that? What the fuck?

The rest of the day ignored the nagging feeling that something was off with today. And I really didn’t want to know. 

Guys, I am just so done. I’m sorry. I’m done ranting for now. I’m just...I need a break. And maybe break a guy’s bones. 

Night. 

(Picture isn’t mine. It belongs to it’s owner.)

Listen up, because this goes to everyone. You are loved. Even if you do not feel it, you are loved. So many people end their stories too short, leaving suspense as to what could have happened if they stayed. But they left, leaving the story as if the main character left the story for good and didn’t stick to the end. As shown in the photo above, this is probably what a lot of people feel right now:

Angry, wanting to scream, but wanting to cry at the same time because NO ONE IS LISTENING. 

I want you all to know I am here. I will listen to you, answer everything that you ask of me, give the best advice I can give. I will be your rock if you let me. Just come to me if you have any doubts about yourself. Send me a photo of yourself and ask me what I think of you.

Earlier, Ever After posted a picture, for example. I see a radient girl, who loves what she does (witchcraft) and isn’t afraid to show it by wearing clothes rediculously close to it. But she doesn’t care. She loves what she does, and isn’t afraid to admit it. 

Want a compliment? Tell me what you do and send me something. I will write what I think of it, maybe even give you pointers.

You are not alone. As Ever After would say, “You are a story still yet to finish. You could have the best story, or the worst. You could have started bad, but turned out to be the best hero anyone has ever seen. If you started good and left too soon, I will mourn.”

People, just listen a little longer. You are important. You could influence someone without knowing, be the person to comfort another for so long, and when you need help, you’re afraid to ask for help. I just want you all to know that no matter what happens, I will always be here. I will message you and tell you how wonderful you are, how great and appreciated you are because THAT’S what I see! I see someone who has yet to reach their level of amazingness, and even now, they are blinding. You could just say one thing and I might fall in love with you.

There is no need to be afraid, because you are loved. Even if you don’t feel it, you are loved. If by no one in real life, remember this; I am still here. I will always see you for you, not someone society sculpted to stuff into a fake cast of another you.

You may think I’m lying, but trust me; I would never lie to those I love and adore.

I love you all. Hang in there. Don’t end your story, because I see it as the best so far.

Again. Love you all.