I do things people rarely or never do.

Remember the many times I was inactive? Well...it seems that its now permanent...This blog is dead...I’m feeling very discouraged now. My WiFi is cut off from both cellphone and laptop and I won’t be having it back for a very long time but its mostly because of my family issues. I got into a fight with my siblings and never bothered to hear me out, not even one bit. And with the WiFi cut off, my assignments and projects are gone, I no longer have the ability to make them anymore, my grades will drop. 

Why not the computer shop? My mom and dad wont let me out and the internet is weak and I can get sick, something could happen to me.

The asks? Please forward them to someone else. I won’t delete them because it made me happy knowing you took the time to ask me but I’m not answering them.

What if I resolve this issue? Question is, How can I come back and be the way I am now? There is no way m coming back the same I was before. I might come back but what are the chances? I will come back here but don’t know what to do...

I got so depressive that I even lose my appetite and interest n drawing. I went as far as deleting ALL 200 plus of my drawings to forget about it. And even lose my interest in making stories, nor writing down the ideas that pop in my head.

I never even got the chance to explore other fandoms and contribute to it.

Send me messages? Its nice but i don’t think I could read them because I don’t have internet access. Nor I would answer them in other of my blogs.

You might call me dramatic or couldn't care but I’m not. This blog is dead because I’m dead inside.

I got so much more to say but I don’t want break down in tears in public, so I’m ending it here. I’m sorry if I couldn’t end it in a better way but this is it.

You guys make so happy but...

Like my brother said yesterday “Nobody likes you”

This is really painful when I wrote this down.

I just got so lonely lately. I’m so very sorry for disappointing you guys again but it seems this one is permanent.

My birb is photogenic than my classmate. Yes, I bring her to school since the first day.

Sorry if I cannot update, mainly because I’m quiet busy and this will affect me from writing from my story on Wattpad. But currently I got obsessed with X men Apocalypse because of the cinnamon roll blueberry and angsty birb, so please enjoy this mini scene.

Mystique and Nightcrawler are sitting on couch next to each other while holding hands with Angel on the back.

“Mutter can I be with him” Mystique glances at Angel who nervously waves at her before looking back at a very hopeful Nightcrawler.

“Of course” Mystique said happily. But the unexpected happen.

“Nooo! Mutter!” Kurt screamed as he goes onto his knees and cries out.

“But Kurt. I said you can be with him” Mystique said. Definitely shocking her and Warren.

“I know but I love him” Kurt unncessarily yells.

“I like him too! He is a mutant!” Mystique reasons but its not helping the situation at all.

“Why are you trying to separate UUUUSSSSS!!!!!” Kurt yells much louder and much unnecessary than before, his head shaking, his teeth baring, and eyes wide.

Warren stared wide eyed at what’s happening. He is both confused and scared that he felt like hugging his knees to his chest at how much more terrifying this “meeting Kurt’s mother” is going.

“I’m not trying to!- I’m not trying to separate you” Mystique says as she stroked his cheek, her voice lowered as she tries not to yell at him.

“Please Mutter don’t do this to me! Please! I will run away!” Kurt begged. Luckily its not unnecessary yelling.

“You run away with him like-” Mystique says but notices her son is not calming at all since he grabbing onto her and shaking. She turns and yells:

“Charles bring the holy water!”

“Please!” Kurt pleaded.

“What the fuck?!” Mystique tries to get away from him but the grip he have on her ankle is not letting her.

*Kurt yelling not so understandable words in German angrily*

“Please just be with him” Mystique pleaded as she keeps calling for Charles.

Warren stared at the mess with "What have I gotten myself into?" Or "What the f*ck".

And that’s how Warren met Kurt’s mom.

Notes: If you a know viner, you would know where I got the idea from.

Hey guys! This is proof of my baby bird! Actually this is over ten days old and planning to release at tomorrow which is Independence Day but it appears its not ready. I didn’t name it because I don’t want it to get attached. I’m even more worried knowing it likes human contact, so I’ll try to avoid. I assumed its female because the way its butt looked and she doesn’t have a black dot on her eyes like what male sparrows have, maybe its just underdeveloped. I have a confession, I once found a baby bird filled with feathers but I don’t know what happened, I think it died, please don’t flame I was only like what? 6 or 7? Idk anymore. Then two baby birds but my dad saved it and the parents came back. And this bird right here, is left on my care. I feel really guilty just to leave it to die. I found it on the other side of my house on the curtains (I don’t know how it got there). What’s worst is when I found it, it was like barely 24 hours old. It was featherless and its skin is very transparent, you can see the organs. I waited for almost two hours for its parents to return and went back to see it, it was nearly drowned in soap bubbles, have I forgot to mention it was right next to the washing machine. I freaked and got my cousin to put it in my box. I pleaded my dad to buy puppy food, not without calling him 3 times and thankfully, he did. Ever since then, its been with me for the past ten days. I even brought it to school since no one will feed it at home. At least my teachers where pretty chill and it didn’t affect me in my studies at all.

Here’s how the progress went. First day: Barely 24 hours old. Only flesh, skin is transparent. Second day: Black parts on wings, back, and head. Third day: The straw of its feathers starts to stick out. Fourth day: Eyes blinks open but still closed and the straws grew much longer than before. Fifth day: The straws on the ends starts to protrude small feathers. Sixth day: More feathers protrude and gets longer. Eyes are open. Seventh day: More and longer feathers, more brown color and tries to stand on its own. Feathers appear on the underbelly. Eighth day: Have been stretching it’s well developed feathers and become fluffier and thicker. The colors began to pop more and its trying to balance. Ninth day: The small feather on the underbelly and head is still small and barely fluffy. Stands more properly and moves around. Eyes are protruding outwards. No longer sunken when it was still young and its wide open. Tenth day: The pics from above. It is now able to balance but still needs practice, explores outside its makeshift nest.