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THIS IS MY NEW ACCOUNT -kittyocto

I've decided to come back to WP. Ik the app is dying but I want to get back into storywriting, im not 100% sure yet but ill likely be making a new account. If I do ill put the username in a pinned message here so you can stay in contact if you're a friend of mine or just a fan of my writing.
          I've been here on WP for years now and have made so many friends here that have helped me a lot over the years whether it be through bouts of depression or something as simple as writers block and I'm grateful either way.
          I tried to leave, be online less often, but I honestly can't this site/app plays a big role in my later childhood and I honestly can't up and leave the few friends that are still online regularly.
          
          Honorable Mentions (Love y'all)
          @FanFicMan981 (One of my best friends. Love u goober/p)
          @The_OWLERY_1230 (Im not sure if you consider us friends but you're a user I've definitely known for a few years now and you're cool asf)
          @Crybaby_afton (You're one of the users that has been with me since I first signed up all those years ago and definitely a best friend of mine, even if you aren't online often)
          @IAmNotABookwormButOk (You're my first follower. Idk how you're still online regularly but ty for putting up with me ong love u/p)
          @Neferkaitchorkick (Even if I don't RP anymore we used to RP a lot and write things together and you're awesome ^-^)

Am I in the wrong or not? I won't because I don't wanna get disowned but my mom BARELY pays me for babysitting, like, usually gives me $5 or $10 IF THAT per day and yes, I mean day.
          My parents have pretty high income so they 100% could afford it if they wanted to.
          I pretty much take care of these idiots too. They're never home. And they barely behave I wouldn't mind as much if they actually listened.

If you think THE vaporeon joke is funny you can actually gtfo fuck off

I'm alive unfortunately
          Only really posting for the handful of people on here I'm friends with

hey so I know people saying things like 'it'll get better!' is annoying when you can't see any possible way of it getting better, especially when you're stuck in an abusive environment, but life really is weird. take it from me, I've been there before, and I never could have guessed how things went. please don't let your life end this soon, and call the national lifeline for your country. I know it sucks and it gets worse before it gets better but if you stop now you'll never be able to get that. I promise you'll find something worth living for. hang in there, please.

Mate, I am begging you to call the National Lifeline for whichever country you live in. They absolutely will help you navigate what you’re feeling. Please, do not do anything drastic if you haven’t already. 

If I vanish assume I died
          I'm so sick of my life.
          My parents
          Unable to play my comfort game because the community is an absolute piece of shit and I get cyberbullied to the point of wanting to kms
          Everything in my life fucking sucks I don't have anything to live for

Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels. Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the “loser,” and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round. I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world. Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment. When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3×5 card reading, “Please use this M&M for breeding purposes.” This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this “grant money.” I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion. There can be only one.

*knock knock knock* What’s a ghost favorite room?