
my OCs as who really cares
they’re my children
their names are oliver and jace
theyre gay and i love them.

they’re my children
their names are oliver and jace
theyre gay and i love them.
i hate this song but idk maybe yall will like it
so on wednesday i met a girl who i’ll call mia. we talked for a little bir and she gave me her number. i assumed we’d have lighthearted chats. boy oh boy was i wrong.
after our first conversation, all shes talked to me abt is her bf or whatever’s upsetting me. mia always says something along the lines of “hii. hru.” and when i ask hru back shes just like “i feel like a bad gf. my bf doesn’t love me. i’m not doing good.” i know she’s upset because she adds a period after every sentence (see screenshot 1).
my problem is that this “friendship” or whatever we have isn’t healthy for me. she uses me as her personal therapist when i myself am struggling with mental health. also, we just met so i feel like it’s reasonable to think she’d have a closer friend to vent her frustrations to. this is all we talk about and it’s tiring. it’s affecting my mental health atp (a similar situation happened with another friend in 2024 and it really fucked me up). How do I bring this up to her without sounding super rude?
more content warnings than just eating disorders. there’s also mentions of SH and suicidal thoughts
i don’t know why i’m so sad. it’s summertime! school was my stressor. and i thought id be happy, but here i am crying over everything.
my mom found my sh scars which was the first thing that upset me. i’ve had to hide those which is stressing me out because it’s not an easy spot to hide in a swimsuit.
im also having trouble with eating. seriously, every day it’s starve binge repeat. i dont feel beautiful. no matter what i wear. i cant be in my kitchen or i just eat and eat. i can’t look in the mirror without crying. i hate how all clothes look on me. i’ve decided im not capable of being loved.
im starting to wish i wasn’t alive. and maybe ill pursue that if things dont get better
i don’t know why i’m so sad. it’s summertime! school was my stressor. and i thought id be happy, but here i am crying over everything.
my mom found my sh scars which was the first thing that upset me. i’ve had to hide those which is stressing me out because it’s not an easy spot to hide in a swimsuit.
im also having trouble with eating. seriously, every day it’s starve binge repeat. i dont feel beautiful. no matter what i wear. i cant be in my kitchen or i just eat and eat. i can’t look in the mirror without crying. i hate how all clothes look on me. i’ve decided im not capable of being loved.
im starting to wish i wasn’t alive. and maybe ill pursue that if things dont get better
ignore my loud ass ceiling fan in the background. also yes ik the last chorus of less isn’t that but it felt right to sing it that way. and ignore my high notes being a little scratchy.
here’s mine: queen is better than michael jackson.
also if anyone cares, i am suffering from the most grueling, intense, revolting period cramp of my entire life with no ibuprofen in sight so like send prayers 🙏
idk i got bored so i drew this
no context is needed (ask for context if it’s what you truly desire and i shall give)
random pics idk
none of my hobbies are appealing rn so just looking for short chats
I stopped sh-ing a month or 2 ago after doing it sparsely. The last time I did it was on my upper thigh and it didn't scar very nicely. a month ago, my mom saw it for the first time, but only a glimpse. she expressed her concern and I tried to play it off as walking into a thorn bush in the woods . I thought she believed me... Until 2 nights ago. I was trying on swimsuits and she wanted to see. I was showing her while trying to cover the scars with my hand. She told me to move my hand and just went on and on any how she's worried. I still tried to play it off and tell her it was the thorns but she didn't believe it. She knows what they are but I don't want to have that conversation with her. It especially sucks because I don't even do it anymore so the "hrlp" she could try getting me wouldn't even do anything since I already quit. Anyways does anyone have advice on how to cover this for the summer? I just don't want her to bring it up again