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[center “Depression is a painfully slow, crashing death. Mania is the other extreme, a wild roller coaster run off its tracks, an eight ball of coke cut with speed. It's fun and it's frightening as hell. Some patients - bipolar type I - experience both extremes; other - bipolar type II - suffer depression almost exclusively. But the "mixed state," the mercurial churning of both high and low, is the most dangerous, the most deadly. Suicide too often results from the impulsive nature and physical speed of psychotic mania coupled with depression's paranoid self-loathing.”]
[right ― David Lovelace, Scattershot: My Bipolar Family]

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[right [b 1:37 AM, September 8th, 2018.]]

I'm weirdly uninterested in the fact my father is coming home today, I can only assume it's because of the fact I'm so used to him.. being gone? It's like "Oh, dad is back I guess." Mom is worried that when he comes back he's going to want to do something.. bigger than the gold dredging. I'm worried about the deep depression he might've fallen into.

I won't lie, I'm worried about you going to universal with everyone.. because it's her birthday.. I know you're not going to outright just go and chat with her the entire time.. but, I'm still not comfortable with the thought of you interacting with her, because I know how she feels about you still, and I used to be in a position like that. We share the same fear, of losing each other, and it's hard to deal with sometimes. It's not that I don't trust you, because I trust you with my life, and you know that.

I'm just scared of not knowing what's going to happen.

I love you.
  Vilkacis / 38d 17h 23m 56s
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[right [b 11:37 PM, September 1st, 2018.]]

I feel selfish, I truly do. You're playing a game with all your friends, and normally that doesn't bother me at all, but it does tonight. Because I hardly got to spend time with you today, and I just want you all to myself. Right now I have a million things running through my head.

Why won't you say you love me when she can hear? Why don't you post photos of us together? Is it because you feel guilty? You know I would never tell you to stop talking or hanging out with her, even if it bothers me. She treated you like absolute shit, like you didn't mean anything to her, and now she guilt trips you in an attempt to get you to go back with her. That is why I detest her. You are worth so much to me, you're the most amazing person I know, and yet you still involve her in your life. I still read what she posts, the pity party she throws for herself.

It pisses me off.

The fact she had the fucking gall to BRAG ABOUT WHAT LITTLE FUCKING DEPRESSION SHE HAS AT THIS MOMENT, the fucking shit I could say to her, but I'm a nice person, and she's fucking lucky that I am.
  Vilkacis / 44d 19h 14m 17s
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[right [b 2:53 AM, August 29th, 2018.]]

[center It's only been two days since I was at your house, so naturally I'm in my mourning period.]
I feel like shit for being the one who cries for the first three days, but that's how it always is. You comfort me the first three, and then by the fourth day you can't handle it anymore and break down. I wish it wasn't this way, that it didn't [i hurt] so fucking much to not be with you. But when you love someone so deeply, being away from them for any period of time feels like a death sentence, like nothing matters anymore. We have to be strong for each other though, because we both self destruct if given the chance.

[center I miss you, I really fucking miss you.]

No one, and I mean [i no one], has EVER made me as happy as you do. You hear my mom, she says that she remembers when she used to be the one making me this happy, and that says a lot. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. I'm sorry things are so difficult right now, and it doesn't help that I can't let you go. Saying goodnight is painful, or even saying goodbye before you go to work is hard. I'm always afraid to call you at night, it's not because I'm scared of you, it's because I know I'm gonna keep you up and you're going to be exhausted during work..

[center I love you.]

I'm going to be honest.. I feel.. guilty. Guilty that we can't have a child together, not right now. I know how much it means to you, and I'm not saying that it doesn't mean a lot to me too because you know it does. I guess I'm just.. more accepting of the fact because I'm the one who went through getting this birth control, and it's new to you. Having you rub my tummy.. and lay your head on it as if I am pregnant.. it's honestly the sweetest thing, and then it.. hurts that it isn't actually happening. But we both know that this situation isn't ideal for children, and we have to be responsible. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that we can't have the children we dream of, at least not right now.

One of the harder parts of this is not having something to do. You have work, and class, so you're able to be occupied for most of the day.. I don't have either of those things.. I don't even have friends to spend time with. I'm trapped inside of my house. The most important part of my day is just being able to talk to you. I just have too much time on my hands, and it's not like I can start a hobby because I have no income, plus you know I'm not about to ask my parents for money.. and I hate having to rely on you so much.. I love you.
  Vilkacis / 48d 16h 16m 13s
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[right [b 3:50 PM, July 10th, 2018.]]

[center Well, gonna have to do this bitch in chronological order because a lot of shit happened.]

We know what happened Tuesday. It was the first day I arrived, stuck in a car with B and Keveo for an hour. The whole time I couldn't help but wonder what was gonna happen when I saw you, if you would be super excited and just went straight to hug me even if you were working. I got to see Maria at work which was fun, though I was super awkward because I still was unsure about how we felt about each other. Seeing you at work sent me into a panic attack, I was so excited that my body didn't know how to handle it other than to interpret it as a panic attack. I just wanted to run over and hug you as hard as I could, but I couldn't. I loved being able to spend lunch with you, just relaxing with our friends, but having to sit around waiting for you to get off of work just made me anxious again. I couldn't help but start worrying about what would happen when you spoke to your mother, and I suppose I was right to worry. As soon as I hugged you before you went inside of your house I knew. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to see you again until the next day. The whole time we sat waiting for you I kept looking behind me, just waiting for you to walk back out, to see you smile at me. It hurt, knowing how close you were and yet I couldn't see you. I was mad, mad that you didn't make the effort to see me even though the only reason I was even there was to see you. I was mad you allowed her to walk over you like that, and it makes me think that you really never will be able to spend longer than a day at my house.

The fourth of July. We finally got to spend the day together, although we did spend most of it with B. When I woke up I was still mad with you, but I pushed it aside because I wasn't going to be upset with you, not again. Seeing you again made me so happy, I just wanted to hold you the whole time but I also wanted you to apologize in person, not over the phone when you're in a panic because I don't want to speak with you. Not letting you touch me is punishment enough, because I know how you are. It's hard for me to stay mad at you long over something you have no control over. Going to get our badges was exhausting for me especially because I fucking started my period on the train, and the curse continues with the white fucking underwear. I got really snappy because I was just uncomfortable, I'd never had something like that happen to me before and so I was scared it would get on the train seats the whole time. Also it was just too fucking hot. I love how instead of going to see the fireworks like we kept talking about, we staying inside and made love instead. Afterwards we just relaxed, and it was exactly what I needed.

Possibly the worst day out of the entire week if I'm honest. I woke up knowing that I would have to pretend to not be your girlfriend as soon as fucking Raggie walked in. I was pissed. All that I can really remember from that day was my anger, and how deeply it hurt me that even though I was trying my hardest to be nice to your EX, she continued to be a bitch and pretend I didn't exist, and you allowed it to happen. The moment I saw that you changed your phone background is what broke me, the fact you were going THAT far to hide the fact we were dating, that's what made me break down and start crying. I started to wish I was home, that I had never come, because what was the point if you only wanted to hurt me. I know you had your reasons, but I just didn't want to be near you, I didn't want you to touch me, and I didn't even want you to speak to me. [i I wanted isolation.] You kept trying to calm me down, to get me to talk to you, and if I allowed myself to do that I would've blown up on you. I would've said so many things that I could never forgive myself for. I just needed space, and you were so scared of losing me that you didn't let me have that, it only made me more angry.

One of the better days we had together. We made love, then went to Denny's, and the entire trip getting there was really fun for me. This day was honestly all that I needed, to be able to have alone time with you, to be able to be as cheesy and goofy with you as I wanted. I was happy to just be with you again, and it made me love you even more. Having dinner with your family was honestly really nice, I loved the fact they're trying to have conversations with me, even though I know like zero Spanish. I'm glad your mother is starting to like me.. hopefully she'll be more okay with you coming to see me or me going to see you. That rests on you though, because you're the one responsible for talking to her.

The second day we went to Anime Expo, and the only day I had fun at the Expo. I liked being able to just walk around the expo with you, even if we weren't really able to be alone because one of our friends was always with us. I loved all of the things you bought me, even if we weren't able to get a tiara because they all looked like shit and were way overpriced. I don't know if you noticed, but I didn't ask for much because I didn't want you to spend a lot of money on me, I'm pretty sure you spent more on yourself than you did on me, and I'm glad it worked out that way because you should spoil yourself sometimes. I loved the cat ears, because every time I took a step they would jingle real loud, and you know I love bells. Hanging out with Ricky was fun, and his parents are really chill. I like how his mom straight up made me alcoholic beverages before we went to the party. ALSO YOU DIDN'T TOUCH MY BUTT ENOUGH WHEN WE WERE AT THE PARTY. I was full on grinding on you, and trying to get you to grab my hips but you are such a headbanger when it comes to dancing that it didn't really work. It's okay though, because you're adorable and I still had lots of fun. I wanted to honestly give you a lap dance when we were sitting down, but I didn't want to be an asshole to the guy sitting right next to you.

Mega oof, this day was amazing. It was an actual lazy Sunday, where we just cuddled, not really doing anything. We got to play on a slip'n slide, and had a mini water balloon fight. YOUR MOM GAVE ME A BEER, which was shocking as fuck. I had a lot of fun on this day, I really did. It felt.. perfect, like I had been living with you guys for years, and it was just another regular day spent with your family. It felt.. normal, like that was where I belong. I honestly have a lot of fun play fighting with you, it's the cutest thing to me. Even if you're a sneaky butt who uses my weaknesses against me. I had fun going out to dinner with your family, and I really like the fact your brothers like me so much. I tried my best when you got upset, because even though I can't speak Spanish, I can read situations pretty well I knew they were berating you, and you were getting upset. I'm sorry I can never really do anything to help. Also, this is the first night we ever had sex without a condom, mark it bitch.

The last day I spent with you, and also the hardest day for me. We made love all morning, and it was weirdly innocent even with how intense we got. It was like.. we were doing whatever we could before I had to leave you. Watching you play Just Dance was the dorkiest and cutest thing I've ever seen, and I just wanted to keep watching rather than playing with you. I love seeing you so happy. Walking back into the room to see you napping was really cute to me, I almost wanted to leave you alone so you could sleep longer, but I can never resist laying down with you. You're weirdly ready to have sex as soon as you wake up, and it always surprises me but I like it. Leaving you is always hard, and I'm sure it was really fucking hard to watch me have a panic attack and knowing you can't go and hug me.

[center Tuesday.]

We've developed habits around each other, like how you would always come into the room in the morning to go and cuddle me, or knowing I would be home when you returned. But now we have to break those habits, because you're not gonna be able to walk in as soon as I wake up.. and I'm not gonna be in the room next to you anymore. I'm sorry things are this way, and I know it's going to be hard on the both of us. Being home feels wrong, like this isn't where I should be. I feel like I'm living in a strange place because you're not here.

[center I love you.]
  ⧼Ooc⧽ / Vilkacis / 98d 1h 49m 31s
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[right [b 8:25 PM, June 12th, 2018.]]

We finally got to hangout at my house, and there was just so much stuff I wanted to do with you that I'm almost sad I didn't do everything. But we always have next time, that's what I'm telling myself, [i next time] I'll get to show you just how beautiful the sights are here. Especially at night, when we can sneak out for late night car rides.

I finally got to tell you I loved you, and you cried. I wasn't able to for some reason, I just didn't feel the need to, I was too happy. I said it first, I bet you didn't think that would happen, did you?

I didn't want to let you go, and I couldn't help but count the hours to when you were gonna leave me, it's kinda like that black mirror episode with the dating app. Not having you here feels weird, like a part of my soul is missing, even though you were only here for a day you made an impression to last years. I've been sleeping more on the left side of my bed, like I can't bring myself to sleep where you once laid. It's the same with my car.. I'm avoiding driving because all I can think of is your smiling face looking back at me.

Denny's will never be the same.

Wanna know something funny? You remind me of Yato, so afraid of being forgotten, being alone. I couldn't possibly forget you, my love. You've done too much for me to just up and forget. I love you in ways I struggle to explain, and I just want to make sure you know that.
  Vilkacis / 125d 22h 35m 27s
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[right [b 12:40 AM, June 6th, 2018.]]

[center No matter what you say I will always compare myself to her.]

I'm inexperienced, a child essentially. I try not to let it stop me, I try to push myself but as we've learned things come with time. I think the reason I compare myself so much, especially when it comes to you having sex with her, is because it was so recent. I don't care if you no longer put emotion into the act, the fact you didn't love her and yet continued to bend to her every whim is.. concerning. There will always be a part of you that loves her, regardless of everything that has been done to you. Trust me, I would know. I still love the person who fucked me over severely, and I still love the person who hurt me.

We are human, and thus we always compare new experiences to old ones. A part of you will say "I miss this thing that she did", and what I do will never compare.

[center You can't stop yourself from comparing people, no one can.]

I'm honestly doing it to myself, I always do. I'm not good enough, not pretty enough, not happy enough. Either that or I'm too depressing, too needy, too much of a crybaby.

It's not like I can force you to forget everything, the past makes us who we are.

But when a friend of yours brings up a past sex story about you, I can't help but want to hide. I feel insecure, like you have all of these amazing sex stories and I have nothing but heartache because I was never good enough for a physical relationship before.

I don't see myself as exciting, or seductive, or worth anything.

What do you have to brag about to your friends when it comes to me? I'm bland, generic. You have no funny stories, no stupid romantic stories, and no amazing stories that would make others jealous. I'm not the sort of person that would be brought up in conversation.

[center I hate myself] [center and I almost wish I could vanish.]
  Vilkacis / 132d 18h 9m 59s
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[right [b 3:40 PM, May 31st, 2018.]]

So my softboy and I spend two hours one night coming up with names for our future cubs, and we joke about how because he is from El Salvador he has the typical Hispanic two last names. We decided that we would have the "Saturn sisters" aka two daughters named after Saturn's moon, Callisto and Enceladus. I think the names are adorable, and yet my mother mocks them saying that she doesn't want to have to learn how to say her grandchild's name. HOW DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE? You [i want] me to give the kids generic ass white names?

On top of that, when I told you the ONE name we had fully planned out you mock if saying that Octavius sounds like a "tan name", that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say. I think it's a dope ass name. Fucking, Octavius Armando William Arevalo Gonzalez, the children are gonna hate how long it is but I love it. The last boy has yet to be decided, and we're honestly hoping we don't happen to have an odd gender number. Whatever happens happens though, and I'll be happy regardless. ALSO MY MOM SAID DAMARION IS A BLACK NAME AND I'M SHOOK BECAUSE HOW CAN YOU PUT RACE ON A NAME??? Only reason I added that is because it's one of the names on the table.
  ⧼Ooc⧽ / Vilkacis / 138d 3h 15m 32s
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[right [b 11:00 PM, May 24th, 2018.]]

It's so hard not to blurt out what I wanna tell you over the phone, because hot damn boy do you make it difficult. I have to cut myself off, and change what I wanna say because it isn't the right time. I'm so excited for you to read it, and I'm weirdly nervous about reading yours.

[center ANYWAY]

fucking I keep thinking about what is gonna happen when you come over, because we both already know the base of what will go down. [s Lemme smash] and so my mind has been going over what else could possibly happen. We're gonna have what? Like maybe 12 hours together? 10am to 10pm, sure like an hour out of that will be spent driving to and from the airport but that's still a good amount of time. Thankfully it'll just be the two of us mostly. I'm probably gonna put on a studio ghibli movie, and cuddle. ONLY TO START MOVING MY HAND INTO YOUR PANTS and then climbing on top because you know I like to tease. That's as far as I've gotten, because I know you're gonna be like "beb, I am the dom ehehhe either be more rough or be the good submissive you are." why is my soft boy so hot?

Also, I miss the way you grab my face when you get stern with me, it's the slight roughness to it that really gets to me. I think I just miss everything you did in general. I'm gonna make it a point to be more defiant when you're here, because hot damn does it rustle my jim jams baby boy. I'm kinda hoping that when you get into my room while we're alone, you're gonna push me onto the bed and just climb between my legs. Either that or I'm gonna be on all fours on top of my bed to get my stuffies off and you're gonna spank me real hard. I did say you could tear my fishnets if you wanted, so darling, be as rough as you want with me. You know I can handle it.
  Vilkacis / 144d 20h 4m 9s
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[right [b 10:40 PM, May 17th, 2018.]]
We've only been dating three months, and being semi-long distance has honestly made those three months feel like three years. We talk about so much, and I love how honest we are with each other. Neither of us say something serious without 100% being behind it. Kinda like tonight.. where you told me about how you didn't care you were missing class, and that you loved having been able to watch the sky change from purple to blue. I told you about how proud I am because you're going after your nursing career, regardless of not receiving support from your family. That's when you said it. It was a whisper, and I had to ask you to repeat yourself to which you replied by saying you didn't know if you should.

[center You said "I'm going to make you my wife."]

And I cried, because I know you mean it. We haven't even said we love each other because we want to do it in person and yet here you are saying this. It's a weird combination of joy and fear. I'm happy you said it, and yet I'm afraid that we might not make it that far. I just need to hope the best, and try not to be so pessimistic. I'm just not used to having good things happen to me.
  ⧼Ooc⧽ / Vilkacis / 138d 2h 39m 51s
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[right [b 3:56 PM, March 26th, 2018.]]

[center I feel trapped.]

I can't be happy without making others sad, I can't express my fondness for someone without creating tension.

[center I can't live my life.]

I reblogged a post, not really thinking about it. It was a moment of "haha, I like this post." there was no intention behind it, I wasn't like "ah yes, this will upset someone, good." or even a "haha this post is so true I want to do that." because I'm not that type of person. Anything I post on my page shouldn't be taken so heavily.

I pick my words carefully, making sure I don't say anything to upset them. I try to avoid anything to do with the person I'm dating, because I know that it will create tension.

[center I keep myself from talking about my feelings.]

and now I'm writing this post while I'm flooded with emotions, I'm going to regret ever posting this because [i I know] it'll come back to bite me.

[center Maybe I should cut myself off entirely] [center because I'm such a problem.]
[center Because I'm the one causing him pain] [center I'm the one who fills him with regret] [center I'm the one who never [i tried]]

That last part was a bit aggressive, I apologize.

Last night I was prepared to shut down, cut myself off from everyone, maybe that carried over to today.

[center Maybe that's why I'm hurting.]
  Vilkacis / 204d 2h 56m 54s
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[right [b 11:49 PM, March 11th, 2018.]]

[center [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSdPkBKHqac [size10 I have questions]]]

[center I feel like a child]

Something so stupid shouldn't cause a me to have a panic attack, I shouldn't be crying over this, but my mind keeps going to all the reason why this is happening. Not being able to have an answer right away.. causes the mind to reach to the darkest parts.

I wonder, if it was meant to create such a reaction, or if it's genuine.

[center I hate asking for help]

[right yet here I am]

crying like a child while going to those I trust most. Apologizing as if I'm a burden, even when I know full well they're happy to be there for me. They know this is how I get.

[center They know]

I should brush it off, I shouldn't dig for answers, I shouldn't be so hurt.

[center I need to stop acting like such a child.]
[center But you make me feel like a child.] [center Helpless, scared, vulnerable to the slightest of tone pitches.] [center The slightest mention of your name and suddenly I am flooded with emotions.]

[center Saudade.]
  Vilkacis / 218d 19h 9m 20s
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[right [b 3:05 AM, March 8th, 2018.]]
[center [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vw0MRcn1rY Music]]

[center Attempting to spell in Spanish is harder than it looks tbh, because I also barely speak the Spanish. Only good thing that came out of it was finding this singer who is honestly perfect. The song I linked honestly can qualify as "our song", I love it.]

[right [size10 [i gonna have to learn dem lyrics]]]

I like how we keep going over our weekend, analyzing everything that was amazing, things we want to do again, and things we want to do next time we're alone.

[center You're a giant cheeseball, and I know you can see me typing because you're weirdly shoulder watching right now, but the real question is if you're gonna comment on what I'm saying or if you're gonna focus on black mirror instead.]
[center The answer is yes, you are focusing on black mirror.]

You're a cutie, and I like how I'm the first person to ever get you to blush.

[right Them curls honeyboo, best part of your head other than your dorky ass smile.]

I'm glad I've helped you with your insomnia, and that you're doing better. I like the fact I can keep you weirdly happy, like cheesy happy.

Time to dip, because it's kinda awkward having you shoulder watch me write.

[center [s [i Dabs out]]]
  Vilkacis / 222d 14h 53m 28s
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[right [b 2:15 PM, February 27th, 2018.]]

[center I seem to turn to drinking in times of distress, it allows me to be more open and be happy if possible. I shouldn't be like this, wanting to get drunk off my ass just so I don't have to focus.]

I feel like it's my fault, of course it's gonna feel like it's my fault though. After four years of being with someone, and knowing you're the reason they've opened up so much only to find out that when you're no longer with them that they have begone to close themselves off again.

[right it hurts]

and I shouldn't feel like I have to responsible for someone else's happiness.

[right I'm going to be mean,]

I was in love with a ghost, someone who refuses to tell me [i why] they don''t even want to see me, stating that they shouldn't have to explain themselves to me. It hurt, but it made me realize I shouldn't be in a relationship like that. I'm fine with us being friends, fine with you still being a part of my life. There will always be a part of me that loves you, but it's no longer the same love that kept us together for so long.

[center I doubt you'll ever see my post] [center but if you do, just know I don't hate you.] [center I'm just telling the truth of how I feel.]

Now I'm with someone, someone who is physically here. Technically we're not dating, [i technically]. However that hasn't really stopped us from being stupid and doing what couples do. Hell, I don't feel as awkward around him as I did with you so that's nice.

[right I'm trying to be honest with him,]
but I'm constantly worrying that I'll say something wrong, something he won't understand no matter how hard he tries. But I shouldn't be worrying so much I suppose. Some nights I want to be alone, which is a dangerous task for me, and he'll say it's okay. [s I don't want it to be okay], I want him to keep bothering me, making me laugh and making sure I'm okay.

[center There are things I'll write about rather than speak] [center I just hope you understand.]

[right I'm gonna try my best]

[center Right now I want to get shitfaced.]
  ⧼Ooc⧽ / Vilkacis / 231d 3h 38m 38s
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[right [b Originally posted February 25th, 2018]]

Everything is so new to me it's terrifying, the way you hold me close as if you're scared I'm going to disappear sends me mixed emotions. I'm happy, but it also makes me feel claustrophobic. You kissed me first that night, you pulled me close under the blankets after what felt like hours of us laying in silence while you rubbed my back. You apologized as soon as it happened, my heart was racing but I told you it was fine so you kissed me again. The feeling of your hands trailing along my body sent shivers through my spine, your finger softly parting my lips as you tilt my head back. My shyness only permitted three kisses at a time before I'd hide my face in your neck. After that I got more brave, sitting on your lap or pulling you on top of me just so our bodies would be closer. Sneaking around in your parent's house made me feel like a child, giggly and full of adrenaline. You touch me like I'm made of glass, as you know of my history. Constantly you ask me if I'm okay, if how you're touching me is hurting. I can handle a bit of pain, but there's a part of me that will stay silent if you do hurt me. I'm enjoying this so far.

But here I am, nervous about a future with you. There is a chance that I won't share the same feelings with you and that honestly scares me because I don't want to hurt you. There are things I desire that I know I can't receive from you, and I don't know if I can keep myself from wanting them.
  ⧼Smol⧽ / Vilkacis / 231d 4h 4m 27s
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[right [b 4:49 PM, June 7th, 2017.]]

I keep looking around on this site, and I see so many help threads. One thing they all have in common is that they haven't been posted in in what seems like months. Why is that? Do the people running it just disappear, or is it just the people who stop showing up? I want to create one, I want to help people, and yet I have a fear of doing so. All I'm good at is being a listening ear, not really giving advice. I'm too soft of a person to be very blunt with things unless asked. Perhaps I could make it a multi-help blog. Something that gives out advice when needed, but also does other things like editing. I'm sure it has already become a thing, perhaps I will consider doing it regardless.
  Vilkacis / 1y 131d 2h 13m 21s

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