with all that being said, DO BETTER BLUESKY! and sayonara mooties, i hope we meet again under better circumstances 👋

platform until further notice.

if any moots are interested i will DM them my discord, my switch code and steam are linked there too. i'm going to miss this community so much, and i may come back to bluesky under a different account and lurk on non-ED or SH spaces, but you'd never know it was me lol

the same fate, as well as what happened yesterday making me hate everything i write, i have no desire to continue posting on this platform. this page will still exist because its in my living will, but until bluesky changes this or implements private accounts i'm going to step away from this

OH NO if the sh tags get taken down im so cooked /gen

i mean i can post them here if you want! my brain is just saying nobody should read them :x

pen to paper for as long as i live.

teachers, professors, counselors, have all told me that my writing is too dark and indicative of something wrong with me, its an endless cycle of getting my hopes built up and then smashed to bits for as long as Ive been able to create sentences. i'm so fucking done. i never want to touch a

about how i write completely soullessly and people love it but when i'm honest people hate it (and it was also, as the title "Soulless" implies, completely devoid of all effort)
>i should honestly be thankful for the wake up call

and my parents wonder why i have no aspirations anymore. them,

professor which confirms this
>get way too emotional about it honestly
>"THIS JUST PROVES MY POINT!!! NOBODY ACTUALLY WANTS RAW HONESTY!! NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR MY WORDS SO WHY DID I BOTHER TRYING????"
>email her back professionally and submit a new poem that i shat out in literally 2 minutes
>its

>we go over "workshop etiquette" which lays out rules about what can and can't be written in class the day the poem is due (WHO DOES THAT THE DAY ITS DUE???)
>realize mine might violate those rules bc it addresses my professor directly (can't be about anyone in the class)
>get an email from my

overbearingly positive
>all my life ive been told im a great writer but then ppl hate what i write bc its too dark
>decide to write a poem about exactly what i just mentioned
>pour my heart into this shit over a few days
>submit it early bc why wouldn't i if its finished and its a major project

THAT IS NOT PHYSICAL PAIN

strapped into the back in one of those car seats for babies completely unable to do anything