tw: mentions of su!c!de and uhh idk lots of mental health stuff, also a lot of writing
hi guys. so i know i randomly went inactive for like 3 weeks on here and didn't say anything about it. i know it was very sudden, but there are multiple reasons i'd like to share. i wasn't purposely ghosting you guys or anything i just needed some time to myself.
so the first reason was my mental state. i mean for a while i haven't been feeling the best but recently it's been getting worse. like wayyyy worse. i haven't told anyone as to not worry them but it got to the point where i was planning on attempting on multiple ocassions. i didn't end up doing it though because i was kind of scared. idk of what.
another reason was i would get into many many fights with my parents. i love them so much but they never really understood me, and when they try i get my hopes up and then get let down because they just ignore me for their work or 'they need to go do something.' they always say that. and then they put me in things and make me do things without my consent and they've been doing this for YEARS but with everything else going on it just felt worse. i hope i don't sound spoiled or anything, i don't mean to give off that vibe.
and i also went inactive because of my gender. (might suprise yall since i probably seemed very cis lol). i was actually questioning my gender for quite a while, i never really felt fully like a girl or anything even since i was little. i thought i was a demigirl from like december to january, and then in february i was like 'i think there's more to it' and then march i kind of just freaked out. i also never grew up learning about LGBTQ+ and my parents/family are very homophobic so i couldn't ask them. after LOTS and LOTS of research i found the term 'demifluid' where one part of your gender stays the same and the other part is fluid and i'm so happy i did because i finally found something that fit me. it was a huge weight lifted of my chest and i'm very happy to share this with you guys. (also i'm bisexual and panromantic and aceflux so yay!!) (uh also changing my pronouns to she/they/he/fae/lotus/red but you don't have to use the neos you can just use she/they i'm completely fine with that!!) and if you guys want you can call me noa, i'm still okay with fifi but you can use both, it's just a new name i found that i like and it's similar to my actual name so yea
back to the topic of my parents, as you may know, my immune system is weak af. and as you also may know i would get VERY sick VERY regularly. i didn't get sick again but i would get these horrendous headaches that made me so dizzy i could barely walk in a straight line. i even fainted on tuesday (for like 2 minutes then i woke up and i was so weak so i fell asleep for 15 mins). these headaches would also happen sometimes in class, or even at home. i have always been extremely sensitive to being overstimulated so it's been happening a lot more and i would get extremely tense. even when i told them, my mom always said 'is it the same sickness as before? no? okay you'll be fine stop exaggerating.' and my dad would just not care. on tuesday (the day i fainted), i take a class outside of school, and i was telling my parents i couldn't go because i felt extremely weak. they still made me go and when i came back i still had homework do to. i was really burntout and almost fell asleep like 5 times trying to work. i wish they listened to me more. i know they mean well and all, but they don't really try to hear my side of the story and just blame me most of the time.
this is in no way any of your faults. you are all so special to me and i'm so grateful to have friends like you guys, i trust you guys more than so many people i've known for years and you all have your own place in my heart. thank you so much for being my friend and respecting me more than most people i know ever would. i love you all so so so much.
you can ask questions if you want. i feel really bad for leaving unnanounced and i'll do anything (with some exceptions guys be fr) to make up for it. thank you for reading. love you guys <3
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I can't remember half of it, my dad has been hallucinating for days, I wrote so much at once that I have writer's block, I got rocks and dirt in my scalp from a helicopter landing, i still haven't gotten a paycheck from my job, I work a 6 hour shift tomorrow and don't know where my work shirt is, my attendance at school is shot, a manager at a Sonic had to pay for my meal yesterday on account of my dad taking money from the account without letting me know, and my car broke down!!! Yayyyy!
A 12 hour nap is leading me down a hall with rose petals and candles
i don't think enough sighted people know that blind people use the internet -v-
also its frustrating that we're forgotten about when talking about physically disabled people in online forums -v-
also its frustrating that people irl feel very comfortable touching us without our permission to show us things instead of using their words and giving directions or describing things like how would you feel if someone grabbed your hand and shoved your fingers into mashed potatoes without much warning? -v-
also its frustrating when sighted people forget that blindness (like most everything else) is a spectrum -v-
also its frustrating when sighted people accuse me of "faking it" because I have usable vision and then say "that sounds fake" when I tell them about retinitis pigmentosa or they think I'm doing it for attention and why the fuck would I be faking it for attention the attention I do get for it is fucking awful who would ever fucking want this - v -
also its frustrating when able-bodied people see disabled people as subhuman and incapable of doing things that their disability doesn't even affect - v -
also its frustrating when someone starts treating me differently as soon as they find out I'm legally blind (that's why I try and hide the fact i'm legally blind from people because I'm so fucking sick of being seen as weak) - v -
oh and final thing I'm so fucking sick of eugenicists pretending to be good helpful people and trying to tell people with genetic conditions to not have children like shut the fuck up if I wanna have a kid someday I'ma have a kid and you cant do shit about it
i'm only 16 I still have great sight and I'm already so sick of all of this bullshit I ain't ready for the future when it gets way fucking worse
i feel like no one is going to read this post but I hope that someone does
vent. really long. I know no one's going to read this but I guess I just needed to type it out
man whats even the point of this. I dont have any friends, my posts get like 2-3 notes on average but most of the time 0-1, I don't seem to belong in any community, I can barely talk to people, the people on this app that I think are cool don't even know I exist, any time I actually manage to have a conversation with someone they stop talking after a bit and never message me again, most of the time I don't even know who I am and my opinions are always changing, every time I scroll I see people talking with their moots or friends or partners and all I feel is jealousy and anger. sometimes I imagine what it would be like to be friends with those people but I know that will never happen, no one can handle having me as a friend. none of my online friendships even last a year, sometimes not even a month. sure I guess I did make progress on this blog, posting more and trying to interact with people more, and for a bit it felt good. but I'll never be as popular as the other people I see on here, the people who have loving anons and moots that send them asks daily, the people who always have others to support them. why can't it be me? im awesome, I'm very interesting, I can be a bit hard to understand and I'm not the best person but I deserve love too. everything feels like too much but also not enough. I feel like Im at a party, and everyone is standing on the dance floor having a fun time with their friends. but I'm standing in the corner, trapped there, sometimes people will look at me but then they'll go back to the other people. when I try to join them they don't acknowledge me or they push me away, occasionally one of the party goers will try to have a conversation with me but it never lasts long because they want to go back to talk with their actual friends, not the weird guy in the corner. wow this is a lot. uhm.
I hate this system when you intern in a school/preschool
I work FOR FREE 9 hours daily 5 days in a week from 7am to 4pm
Kids and teachers get lunches they're well cooked prepared by dieticians blahblahblah and there's always a lot of it left
In may when i asked about it teacher assistant yelled at me saying that procedures blahblah they can't sign me up on the list they don't put any intern on the list teachers pay for their meals blahblah
There were moments where the principal herself told me to take some so the food won't waste and in the last group where i was the teacher assistant got me my own full plate but mentioned to keep it quiet
Lately I was randomly put to a new group after a week {they put me where they need me now i help in a 2-3yo group and this is a big mental strain bruh} and PACKED LESS FOOD bc i expected to be still in the same group
Every day the only food i have here for 9h is 2 buns because more would get noticed and possibly stolen by toddlers bc my bag is on the floor under chair
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Now before I get the full details, I am not discontinuing my Cookie Run Kingdom au. I'm still fully passionate about it and will still continue to write it and draw art of it. Though I do want to say that I will be taking a break from the ask blog after I finish Chapter 3 of the prologue "For Better or For Worse" so I have more time to focus on the current and main parts of my crk au.
Now with that out of the way, I want to discuss why I'm making this post. This is mainly about my rather rough relationship with a certain blogger that took interest in my crk au. I will not state their name and to anyone who has an idea of who I'm talking about, I ask you to not state their name in any reblogs or comments under this post. As I do not want any harassment or threats sent their way, this is not what this post is about.
Originally when I first posted about my crk au, it caught the attention of this person and they sent an idea in my ask box, and I thought it was kind of them. I was still in the extreme rough drafts and outlines of my au at this point, so I was grateful for the suggestion and even suggested that they should write their own au sometime as I also wanted to support and encourage fellow writers and creatives in the Crk fandom with my au. Eventually, we became mutuals and privately chatted about ideas for the story of my crk au.
It was nice talking to someone about my crk au, as I was quite nervous about posting any of my ideas out in the internet in general since this is my first time ever having a social media account where I post stuff and my drawings. But anyway, things took a turn when we were talking about fanmade first cookies for my au. Apart of the suggestion about making first cookies that were parents to gingerbrave gang, I was intrigued but not fully behind the idea. So I only took parts of the whole suggestion and added my own ideas (this is how my ocs First Flora, First Cheese, Giselle, Adeline, and Sage were created). But that's when they started to act weird, they keep suggesting over and over that I implement their whole idea into my au and framed in a way that implied my way of only taking pieces of it and putting my own ideas into it was poor writing. Even made a reblog post of my headcanons for the First Cookies, stating their own headcanons for them and the whole idea they suggest to me and framed it in a light that it was completely canon to my au, when it wasn't. That's when I first blocked them, but when an anonymous ask came in asking about it (I did not answer it btw) then I realized that I should've clarified my boundaries and my thoughts instead of blocking them. So I unblocked them and we talked it over, looking back at it I should've kept them blocked because they kept repeating this behavior over and over again.
The first time I noticed this repeated behavior is when they privately told me that storylines for Nutmeg Tiger, Black Sapphire, Candy Apple, Pavlova, Salt Cellar, and Kouign-Amann were "plotholes" even though the story was and still is in progress. I'm not going to post the full process of my story because I want the story itself to tell it. I told them this and we did get into a bit of an argument but we apologized and decided to take a break from each other.
Here's a bit of screenshots of how the conversation went (with their name cropped out since I don't want any harassment sent their way, and I've already blocked them for good as I'll explain later in this post):
I will admit that there were a few faults at my end such as my tone which I later reclarified how I felt and apologized for sounding too accusatory when I didn't mean to. But we went a separate ways and they stopped sending me ideas. Or so I thought.
On my ask blog @bubblygum-crkauasks, I recognized their style of writing on a few anonymous asks. Though I will admit it is pretty hypocritical that I did answer some but I only did it since some were actual questions about my au and I saw it as the same gist as always that I was allowed to use it or not use it, or take some pieces and mix my own thoughts with it. But then that behavior of being upset than their idea wasn't fully implemented into my au started popping up again. A prime example of this is from the comment they gave for this post from my ask blog where you can also see the reasons on why I didn't like that in my reply under the same post.
But the major problem is that this behavior kept repeating on my ask blog now, I got many asks reinforcing that I should've done something different based off things that are in their own ideas rather than what I actually established in my au or getting many repeated questions I should "really" implement this after not answering an idea they sent because I didn't want it. While these were all anonymous, like I said before I recognized the same style and tone of writing since I used to privately chat with them long ago. On an additional note, a different kind of anonymous asker came around, not to actually ask a question or suggest something about my au but rather tell me about a fan story that this person (the same one I'm talking in this post) made and allegedly just wanted my validation and attention so they can call it canon to my au (since they always used the word "probably" in their fanstory posts) or was just a big fan of this person, no hate to them and please do not try to find them out and send harassment their way. Though I did later make it so everyone can mention me so it was easier for this person and everyone else that is invested in my au to inform me of any fan stories o fanart they have of my au.
But all of this began to tire me out, it made me so frustrated, drained, paranoid, and even anxious whenever these kind of questions came into my ask blog's inbox. It made me think back and forth about closing the ask blog for a long time and I was slowly even starting to lose interest in my au. I also had to stop myself from staying up late, worrying about these things, but that more related to my issues with anxiety as someone who’s autistic than what we're talking about right now. But I kept telling myself that if I just edit some responses, check their blog, and delete those kind of questions I'll be fine.
But then they made a crk fanfic idea post, and the last idea was a blatant rip-off of my au. Now, before you call me overreactive, I know the idea of a crk au having a new set of ancients and/or the Beasts having children isn't exclusively my idea there are plently of crk aus that use this premise. But this last idea was an practically an exact copy of my au but with their ideas that I didn't go with.
As shown in the screenshot below:
And the thing is they mentioned me in their post, and the only reason they don't see it as stealing is because they gave some ideas for my au. I absolutely do not find this as a justification nor okay at all. This crossed the line and it feels like entitlement to me just because I took some of their ideas (even though I have my own ideas and some of my other mutuals gave me their own ideas). Plus those mutuals understand that just because they gave some ideas for my au doesn’t mean they can't necessarily those ideas anymore because now they’re apart of my au now but that I will give credit to them.
Also while I love that people find my au interesting and that they also would like their ideas to be implemented, I also want there to be boundaries place and respect for my own ideas if I don't go with everyone else’s suggestions for my au.
Now to truly show my frustrated feelings, I find it very ironic that:
1. This person said they were okay if I didn't go with one of their ideas.
2. That they clarified that they weren't trying to steal my au when I didn't convey the right tone when shared my issues with that kind of behavior.
Only to do the opposite of the first thing, constantly reminding to get me to go with their ideas even though I decided to not accept it in private and being impatient about it. And practically do the second thing, stealing the most of premise of my au and serving it as their own idea, but I won't mind if they did their own new ancients and if the beasts had kids au if it wasn't mostly a copy of my au. In fact I already knew they had plans for their own crk AUs, I'm just merely upset that they practically copied my own Au for what seems like just because I didn’t go with some of their ideas.
I only blocked them, not because of any malice, it's just that I repeatedly told them that I was uncomfortable with that kind of behavior, only for them to keep repeating it over and over again. It’s to the point I believe that they’ve developed a bit of a toxic attachment to my au (allegedly, this purely from what some of their posts come across as).
I was also told once that they helped others with their crk aus, only to find nothing of the sorts in their archive as I only found credited reposts of other people's art from X/Twitter, therefore it's only my au they've given ideas to, and it’s made me feel uncomfortable long enough.
Now, I know that not everyone is going to like this post and some may even call me ungrateful and overdramatic for blocking them when they didn't do anything that was extremely wrong like harassing me or stalking me. But I genuinely do not want this person to be involved or know anymore about my au. It caused so much unnecessary stress to my mental health and even began sour my attitude towards my own au.
That’s the end of the vent. Sorry if this makes anyone uncomfortable, and if you decide to unfollow or even block me too I understand. I’m also sure that this person isn’t bad, despite my own frustrations with them. It’s just that I don’t feel entirely comfortable with that person anymore. I also personally don't know this person and I've never met them in real life, so even I don't know what they're entirely like. So I understand if a few people don't take this serious or call me immature for blocking them.
This post is also not to discourage anyone from following them or liking their content, I just want to say that I permanently no longer have any connection to this person and that they’ve done things that I am not okay with such as disguising their “own canon” of my au to criticize somethings in my au even though I didn’t establish anything of the sorts (which is something they’ve done a lot despite me telling them over and over again that I’m not comfortable with it) and that they practically copied most of au in their Crk fanfic ideas (though feel free to call them out on that politely, I don't want any harassment sent in my name.)
I also will not let this affect any writing when it comes to my au. Despite it being mentioned in this vent, this only was only mentioned to due with me and this person talking about it. Nothing else.
Once again, sorry if this made anyone uncomfortable. I’m fine if anyone enjoys my au but please remember that I have boundaries and I want them to be respected. And I wish nothing but the best for this person and their AUs.
I've wasted my whole fucking life and now think I have the right to sit back and complain and act like IM the victim, like I couldn't of done shit to change it bit I could have, I was just either a pussy or too god damn lazy.
I've lived my whole life on auto pilot, I've never actually lived, never truly felt anything, I was an empty shell, a robot, or as I've come to most accurately describe it, a corpse that's been dug up, stuffed with wires and metal and a circuit board for a brain just being programmed to do what you're meant to. Maybe that's why I've always had this need to be different, cause I've never done anything but the norm, anything but what needed to be done, anything bit the bare fucking minimum. Its pathetic. I never made many friends, had one in primary, partially a second, and only out of convince a third. Other than that I had good moments with some people and was friendly with the rest when needed, but mostly I was just alone. In the background, just following people around as to not be lonely. Then covid hit and depression came and the anxiety and now I'm totally screwed socially. I hate it.
I fucked up primary, didn't prepare by making friends or learning to socialise, never fully focused on school either though, I was smart, but never the smartest. But at least I was praised for my art, yet when we were asked at the end of our last year there who we thought the most artistic girl was, everyone turned to someone else and only chose me as a second option, only because there was no one else. I didn't do any after school clubs, never stuck with anything. I'm behind of everything. No friends, no hobbies, so why not have a fresh start, go to a new school with people you don't know, or a school that at least doesn't have a track record for being shit.
I sit next to this guy, we become friends, I stick to him and male no more. Then one person from my old school and another girl join us two and we became a friend group. Lovely. Then we fall apart and I get bitchy to one girl cause she did some weird shit and everything is just over. Great. But then, I get introduced to this one girl. God I wish I never was. I Mey her and I fucking woke up. I felt alive, I felt emotions, intense emotions, I needed to be with her, she became my sole reason for leaving the house at all, for getting the bus, for anything. I meet a few more people, I ruin a few more friendships, choose a few more sides and I go from having the biggest friend group I've ever been in to have three friends again, at least this time they were all fully friend status. Oh, wait, sorry, one of them started hanging out with their other friends way more and barely hangs around us anymore, okay. Oh and of course I need to start thinking about how everyone would be better off without me therefore distancing myself, THEREFORE, ruining my current relationship with that girl who was so fucking special to me. The other guy made other friends and I was satisfied to leave him be, the special one moved schools to the one I was trying to avoid and now ive lost all motivation to go to school. Another shitty move. Now I've put myself even further behind because I couldn't respond to one message, because I didn't keep contact.
I get back in contact one day, energy goes back up, I move to the school my favourite person (the special bitch) is going to now, the one with everyone I wanted to avoid. She literally sent a video of herself begging me to go when I asked for it as a joke. So I go, things are okay, I'm building back up and I'm starting to tell myself, "I should be doing better myself, for her". So I eat, and I try shower more, I'll brush my teeth when I can, and then I finally gain the confidence to try be more social after getting pushed back repeatedly, I try to make conversation with my favourite person and they're not in a good mood? Okay, I'll try tomorrow. NOPE, THEYRE AVOIDING ME! Great, so now I'm set back AGAIN, have no friends, am stuck in a school I never wanted to go to myself, and am now back to being stuck at home, not even properly able to do online schooling. I beg this cvnt, I BEG, I say im hurting, I ask nicely, I give her time, I do everything that should be right yet she won't talk. She won't say why, what I did, nothing. I hear I forced her to do something with me and I can only assume what that actually means, was told she said I was in love with her, obsessed with her and I try to defend it but I can't. I am obsessed, im fucking mad. I'm a shitty person. I'm selfish, self centred, horrid, but I'm no monster. Making her uncomfortable is like my worst fear, I'd never force her into anything, and with my anxiety I doubt I even could.
So now I've fucked things with my favourite person, fucked things with all my other friends, I fuck things over with my family every day, I'm behind socially, have missed ages of school at a time, have no motivation to leave the house and am probably going to end my shit before I turn 61🔄 (idk if that's needed but oh well) .
I don't want these emotions to stop, I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be in auto pilot, I don't want to go back, I want to start over. I need to re do my whole life and do everything right. I need to be better. I need to be good. I need to not hurt people. I need to keep her with me. I need to feel. I need to live before I decide I need to die. I'm so sick of all of this bullshit. I've wasted away, not done anything, and in a few years I'll be an adult and have still not done shit. I'm probably better off d3Ă—d rather than just being dead weight for my parents to drag around, I mean with this much regret, sadness, anger, hatred, jealousy, fear, eagerness, resentment, just everything in a constant whirlpool hitting against the sides of my mind giving my constant physical pains, I'd be fucking heavy, I don't doubt they want me gone sometimes. I want to be gone sometimes too. I want to run off and start a new life where I don't have to think about this one. But I know im too much of a pussy.
I have that I can't do shit and I hate that half of my regrets are from my anxiety and shyness, and quietness. I hate being so pathetic. I'm just done with everything
My life wasn't shit, wasn't necessarily good either. Just a bit bad here and there. Others are worse and weirdly enough I'm jealous. At least then you have a reason. I don't have anything. I barely even feel like I have a voice, I still feel so quiet, I don't want to be but it feels like somethings forcing me to be. I don't wanna be quiet, I'm sick of it. To the point I feel I'm becoming physically ill aswell. God I just want to d1e
Oh, and to top things off I r3l4psed for the first time in forever. Yay
I wish I was able to overcome my fatigue. I wish I was able to overcome a lot of things. My body is limited to me being able to expedite energy only to basic necessities, and barely that at times. Eating causes fatigue, walking causes fatigue, showering causes fatigue and the worst crashes.
How does my heart rate hit 180bpm from standing in hot water? I know the mechanisms behind it: heat being a vasodilator and dysautonomia. My words don't come from misunderstanding or ignorance, mainly disbelief. I'm hindered by basic actions and movement that my able-bodied peers can execute without a second thought. It's natural to them, performing actions and not questioning the energy expenditure behind them.
When I look at myself, I see a body bridled with fatigue and pain. The fatigue is chronic, the pain is chronic, there's no cure. You have to manage it, your doctor says. Your cardiologist says. Your therapist says. You have to take charge of your own health. You wind up becoming your own caretaker. The light in your eyes has dimmed and your bones are weary and you're burnt out from taking charge and caretaking your sickly body.
But no one comes to help, and no one is coming to save you. You reckon with that revelation and see that you're left behind. By your family, by society, by your friends. If you can't keep up with the world, the world won't bother to pick you up and carry you with it. You are the only one who can help yourself. There is no community for the disabled. There is no love for the disabled. You are told to care for yourself and only you. But you have no energy for caretaking. You have no energy to drag your legs, with their tight muscles and burning skin, to the kitchen to fill up your water bottle and make breakfast. Your mind is full of thick fog that obscures your ability to think and solve questions and comprehend academic material, you leave your assignments to rot.
Your grades drop down, down, down, and you tell yourself "I'll complete them later" but later never comes and the grades drop lower, lower, and lower. No one checks up on you. No one is coming to save you. The world tells everyone to move on and not look back on the past. You are the past. You're stagnant in a body unchanging. You will not be rescued. Your fantasies of someone turning back to pick you up are only fantasies. People like progress, you aren't progressing. Individualism hates people like you, people who call out for community and support. Your suffering is yours and you only have yourself to blame.
The seasons change and your health fluctuates. But you still feel sick, you still feel like your body is wrong. It is. You daydream of a relationship. A partner who would stay. A partner who would support you unconditionally. But you don't have desirable qualities. You aren't adventurous or thrive on spontaneity. Dates would fall apart from unpredictable episodes and flare ups. No one wants to be a caretaker, especially for someone who can't even help themselves. You tell yourself you wouldn't force your partner into that role, but they would see it like that. You're a pity case and a burden. You can't even help yourself, why would someone help you?
So, you ignore your fantasies of romance, you think of what else exists for you to hold onto. Your future? You can barely progress academically; how would you progress your career? What about your friends? You can barely schedule hangouts. You're so low on energy and already have to stretch it out through the week.
You're weak, and you know this. Your body and mind are weak from the constant exhaustion and daily excruciating symptoms that prevent you from meaningful rest.
So you lie back down in your bed, the mental spiral keeping you in the same melancholic state you were in prior and you doomscroll Instagram reels. Your water bottle is empty and your stomach is growling and your mind is crying for sunlight and a warm shower to relax the pain shooting through every nerve.