drawing is a hobby of mine, but weirdly, i feel like i can't really do it for myself, y'know? it feels a lot easier to draw when someone asks me to draw something for them instead, or when i know im going to impress someone. maybe i just crave validation or something, dunno. this quirk would only be useful if i wanted to be an artist for a job, but sadly, the competition is just too high - not to mention that my skills aren't too great, either.
This virus has gotten me so stressed. I honestly don't know what to do at this point
life's boring rn. at this point im just arguing with random strangers on youtube and twitter (never do that by the way) and eating and sleeping and shit.
On the train the other day, I saw out of the corner of my eye, at first I thought it was just a guy hitching his pants up, then I realised omg ewww it's a flasher. I kept my head down looking at my phone and refused to look up although I was sure the guy was moving around to try to get my attention. Thankfully he left after maybe ten minutes. I still feel gross though.
I have been eating more food than normal, lately. I'm not pregnant, just really unsatisfied.
Hello! This one is for our African Brothers
Several Months ago, i met in a Chat App a Guy, who asked me, if i would like to get gang raped. He told me, that he and up to 5 Guys would meet me at a House. He even told me the exact Date and Address. I told him that i was interested, which i wasn't. I simply stopped answering his messages when he asked for my exact Address. He didn't know my real Name, and only the City in which i live and has a Picture of me, which i use in this App. Althought it is now so long ago, that this happened, i still think about it. I should add, that i am a Woman, married and in my 30s.
I never realized how wholesome the BDSM community is until today. They're probably the nicest people I've ever met.
one of the many hardest parts about being a father is explaining to my child what I've done in my days to her one day. I've lived a long life so far. It feels like a lifetime and the days dont coincide anymore. It just feels jumbled and confusing. I've inherited my mother's depression at an early age. My left forearm is a portrait of self-harm cuts and scars. Everytime she sees them, she crawls on my lap and pats them and says "you hurt?" or "Feel better?" How am I supposed to explain to her one day that I've struggled to face my misdeeds in the past and had horrid ways to deal with them and myself?
I hate living with my Mother and my step father, they're old and annoying