Every day I live with the guilt that I could have prevented a major incident...
Every night I lay awake and think back to that night...
It's been months now, everyone has moved on... but I can't get what he said out of my head...
Many of my greatest friends suffered at his hands while i slept... I talked many out of suicide that next day, but my words can only do so much...
I can only do so much... and the guilt is immeasurable...
The stress I'm under on a daily could kill someone...
I screenshotted this from Pinterest ðŸ˜
I can name all the swords in the new DMC intro
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Out of context Chaos
I said this in discord yesterday, so I know many of you didn't see
I'll combine both vents into one
[Readers discretion is advised]
The kind of stimulation I give my hyper shittass brain
(I died to all of them)
Serious vent post... reader discretion is advised..
I'm lowkey about to grab my sword and just crash out and destroy my room thinking about the same problem from like two days ago..
New rules motherfuckers.
As of rn I am aro-ace and cis. I'm no longer a femboy myself, for my protection due to many perverted contacts across many platforms. (They don't want me now, strange isn't it?)
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