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Ace's Journey

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Exactly! Like I know they collaborated twice but that doesn’t equal romantic interest. I would hate to go through a break up and go on social media to see people shipping me with someone I worked with before.

I forgot to celebrate the best holiday💔

No pressure to donate but if you can and would like to please help my girlfriend raise money.

Here is her tiktok if you’d like to see what she posts:

I know getting diagnosed is the big answer but I’ve heard that many doctors kind of brush off the symptoms as not being active enough.

The symptoms have been happening for a long time but I’ve been noticing them getting worse.

I have extreme heat sensitivity

Even when it’s not hot in a room I’ll still somehow end up feeling hot in a cold room or just sweating for no reason

I go to the bathroom frequently and it seems like my bowel movements are irregular

I often feel faint/dizzy

My eyes lose focus

I get pounding headaches

I feel weak after standing and my heart races when I stand

Sometimes my heart starts racing if I just move to sit up in bed

My feet go numb frequently

I get random body aches a lot

These are just what I can think of right now.

And for anyone who might say it’s me being out of shape, I was like this when I was still in shape. But it’s also difficult for me to work out because of all of these things and I have asthma.

Fuck you.

Pass an actually important ban instead of a harmless app.

Perhaps do something about all of our school shootings. 🤔

Sincerely,

Beneath the Birch

There was a place once,

where sunlight slipped through silver branches,

and shadows danced on soft grass.

An old wooden swing swayed gently,

carrying whispers of afternoons

too simple to notice they were fleeting.

I remember how the air smelled—

like earth, rain, and something sweet.

My hands wrapped tight around the rope,

feet brushing against time,

pushing forward, always forward,

but never wanting to leave.

It felt safe there,

as if the world outside couldn’t reach,

as if the leaves knew secrets

they’d only share in rustling laughter.

Now, I stand in places that echo,

searching for that same kind of stillness,

that same soft pull of belonging.

But the swing is empty,

the branches higher,

and I am only a shadow

of the child who knew how to fly.

Yet, in quiet moments,

I feel it again—

the creak of wood,

the promise of return