I colored the fossa uwu
I'm going to be doing a colored sketch for the rest of my ocs
Regan is next :D

My blessing is a curse because I'm the only one who doesn't deserve it. Why couldn't someone who actually deserves it be born into my position? I want to die so everything I have can be given away through my will to someone who actually deserves it.

"Just the fact that you can do that is just... mind blowing."
"Everything about you is amazing."
"I love you so much."
"You're so adorable!"
"You're all the therapy I need."
"Talking to you makes everything better."
"Your singing is amazing."
"I bet everything looks amazing on you."
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Words cannot describe how blessed I am.
I have to be the luckiest guy in the world... I think I found the cure to loneliness... I think I'll call it love...

I was really stupid. I couldn't put together how hurt you guys were because of my poetry. My plan was this: If I could vent about the whole situation, but be vague enough so that none of my new friends would know what was talking about, then that was a way for me to let off steam without hurting anybody. Turns out, that didn't work because you guys found me. And when you commented, I had to tell people the history so they weren't confused. I'm really sorry that it turned out this way. You might not believe me, even if you read through my poems and instead of seeing the hatred, trying to see the pain and my broken soul, and that fact that I really can't relax and it kills me. I just want some rest. I want a break from the drama, from everything, but not from people. I have to be with people...
Anyway, you probably won't believe me when I say I forgive you, and you're probably thinking that there's nothing you've done that I need to forgive and everything I've done you don't. But I want to settle this peacefully and reasonably. I don't want anymore fighting, because it kills me when I see how much I've done and am doing to you. I don't want to hurt you. I just want people to be happy. That's all I wanted and all I ever will want. And this is how I'm going to try and do that. I'm offering a truce. I am going to stop posting the poems, and you can stop commenting on them so that we don't have to hurt ourselves anymore. You can always go and post behind my back on DA, that's honestly completely fine with me as long as I can get some rest. I really just want to stop hurting you. I don't want to do it and I want to stop doing it, accidentally or not. You can hate me after this, but as long as you're happy and I can relax, I think I'll be satisfied. And you might be thinking I won't stick to this promise, but if I post another poem after this, you have full right to shit on it and me, to make sure I don't do it again. I'll also stop praising Sky here because I know you guys hate it. I'm really sorry, I realize that I messed up unimaginably, and that I deserve what you say to me, but I know that when you say these things, it doesn't hurt me, but you too. And I just want to rest. And sleep. Thank you so much, and I love you all, no matter if you believe me or not.
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Truce by Twenty Øne Piløts
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Now the night is coming to an end
The sun will rise and we will try again
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Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die
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I will fear the night again
I hope I'm not my only friend
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Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die

I was really stupid. I couldn't put together how hurt you guys were because of my poetry. My plan was this: If I could vent about the whole situation, but be vague enough so that none of my new friends would know what was talking about, then that was a way for me to let off steam without hurting anybody. Turns out, that didn't work because you guys found me. And when you commented, I had to tell people the history so they weren't confused. I'm really sorry that it turned out this way. You might not believe me, even if you read through my poems and instead of seeing the hatred, trying to see the pain and my broken soul, and that fact that I really can't relax and it kills me. I just want some rest. I want a break from the drama, from everything, but not from people. I have to be with people...
Anyway, you probably won't believe me when I say I forgive you, and you're probably thinking that there's nothing you've done that I need to forgive and everything I've done you don't. But I want to settle this peacefully and reasonably. I don't want anymore fighting, because it kills me when I see how much I've done and am doing to you. I don't want to hurt you. I just want people to be happy. That's all I wanted and all I ever will want. And this is how I'm going to try and do that. I'm offering a truce. I am going to stop posting the poems, and you can stop commenting on them so that we don't have to hurt ourselves anymore. You can always go and post behind my back on DA, that's honestly completely fine with me as long as I can get some rest. I really just want to stop hurting you. I don't want to do it and I want to stop doing it, accidentally or not. You can hate me after this, but as long as you're happy and I can relax, I think I'll be satisfied. And you might be thinking I won't stick to this promise, but if I post another poem after this, you have full right to shit on it and me, to make sure I don't do it again. I'll also stop praising Sky here because I know you guys hate it. I'm really sorry, I realize that I messed up unimaginably, and that I deserve what you say to me, but I know that when you say these things, it doesn't hurt me, but you too. And I just want to rest. And sleep. Thank you so much, and I love you all, no matter if you believe me or not.
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Truce by Twenty Øne Piløts
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Now the night is coming to an end
The sun will rise and we will try again
.
Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die
.
I will fear the night again
I hope I'm not my only friend
.
Stay alive, stay alive for me
You will die, but now your life is free
Take pride in what is sure to die