im going to try to make this account more aesthetically pleasing

my aunt got put in the hospital
she took a bunch of pills because she said she wanted to die
late last night she showed up half dead and pounded on our front door, and yelled to let her in
my mom got mad and told her she didn't want her there and to leave
so she sent her off driving and she regrets it immediately so this morning and last night she was sobbing, this morning she could hardly speak
she might die.
she might die... and my mom is blaming herself.

my aunt got put in the hospital
she took a bunch of pills because she said she wanted to die
late last night she showed up half dead and pounded on our front door, and yelled to let her in
my mom got mad and told her she didn't want her there and to leave
so she sent her off driving and she regrets it immediately so this morning and last night she was sobbing, this morning she could hardly speak
she might die.
she might die... and my mom is blaming herself.

my aunt got put in the hospital
she took a bunch of pills because she said she wanted to die
late last night she showed up half dead and pounded on our front door, and yelled to let her in
my mom got mad and told her she didn't want her there and to leave
so she sent her off driving and she regrets it immediately so this morning and last night she was sobbing, this morning she could hardly speak
she might die.
she might die... and my mom is blaming herself.

my aunt got put in the hospital
she took a bunch of pills because she said she wanted to die
late last night she showed up half dead and pounded on our front door, and yelled to let her in
my mom got mad and told her she didn't want her there and to leave
so she sent her off driving and she regrets it immediately so this morning and last night she was sobbing, this morning she could hardly speak
she might die.
she might die... and my mom is blaming herself.

my aunt got put in the hospital
she took a bunch of pills because she said she wanted to die
late last night she showed up half dead and pounded on our front door, and yelled to let her in
my mom got mad and told her she didn't want her there and to leave
so she sent her off driving and she regrets it immediately so this morning and last night she was sobbing, this morning she could hardly speak
she might die.
she might die... and my mom is blaming herself.

my aunt got put in the hospital
she took a bunch of pills because she said she wanted to die
late last night she showed up half dead and pounded on our front door, and yelled to let her in
my mom got mad and told her she didn't want her there and to leave
so she sent her off driving and she regrets it immediately so this morning and last night she was sobbing, this morning she could hardly speak
she might die.
she might die... and my mom is blaming herself.

our school is getting threats

our school is getting threats

my crush is being cute again and were having a lot more interactions with eachother because we have classes together this semester ack hes so cute!

my crush is being cute again and were having a lot more interactions with eachother because we have classes together this semester ack hes so cute!

my crush is being cute again and were having a lot more interactions with eachother because we have classes together this semester ack hes so cute!

my crush is being cute again and were having a lot more interactions with eachother because we have classes together this semester ack hes so cute!

my crush is being cute again and were having a lot more interactions with eachother because we have classes together this semester ack hes so cute!

my crush is being cute again and were having a lot more interactions with eachother because we have classes together this semester ack hes so cute!

my crush is being cute again and were having a lot more interactions with eachother because we have classes together this semester ack hes so cute!

ugh life is really Messed up. my friend group just isn't the same anymore bruh. 😔

ugh life is really Messed up. my friend group just isn't the same anymore bruh. 😔

ugh life is really Messed up. my friend group just isn't the same anymore bruh. 😔

Kill me please

Hi...
so, I've had literally zero motivation to draw Schism, and the next page is barely even started
I've been in a writing mood lately...
do you guys think it would be okay... if I put Schism on hold for a while and started making a text-based game based on a new story I've had in mind? I might work on it for a bit until I get back into the Schism mood…
please comment if you'd like to see a text-based game :w;

YAY its November 1st. Im so ready for December. Although I wish it wasn't cold. I think I look fashionable in winter though. I know what I want for Christmas. I want to spend it with my girlfriend and give her the bestest Christmas ever

when you want to draw vent art but cant because you don't have the mental willpower to do it

Weellllll

I had three nightmares in a row last night... here they are.
Be warned, some of them (especially the second one) have some disturbing things in them...
In the first one, I was trapped in a burning building on one of the top floors during a huge earthquake. My family was one floor below me, and in fact they only came to let me know there was a fire and an earthquake after they had already packed and gotten ready to leave.
I never really... died or felt the earthquake, but I was pretty certain I was going to die. I never finished the nightmare.
In the second one, I was forced to go to a remote island covered in dark jungle and poisonous animals in permanent night with a bunch of other people. We were marched to a "hotel" at the top of a plateau on the north side of the island which looked dilapidated and run by insanely creepy things that looked like the grim reaper mashed up with dementors.
I was locked in a room with 14 other people, and there were weapons every 5 square feet of the room (guns, knives, shards of glass, etc.) and we were forced to kill and murder each other with the weapons on the floor.
I brutally murdered so many people I lost count... about seven? There was even one time where me and one of the last people alive were equally matched, and we had a shootout and both survived, and I kept throwing glass at him and it didn't work, so I tackled him to the ground and squeezed his throat until the veins burst and he died... and I imagined the whole thing very vividly... he was a white, tall, skinny boy with curly and wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, blue shirt and jeans, and an angular face. He kinda looked like NF...
I felt the boy's throat
It felt warm
I felt his pulsing veins inflate and I still remember his strangled, bubbly cries. It was soft and squishy and once he died his throat burst open because it couldn't take the pressure and my hands were covered in blood and even slipping inside the tears of the throat. I felt my hands on the inside of his throat...
Then, it was only me and one other girl left. I was completely overtaken with adrenaline and I was basically a killing machine instead of human. The girl took advantage of that and caught me off gaurd... she stabbed me in the stomach and I died...
The next nightmare was me and my "father". He looked nothing like my father, but I knew he was my father. Not my father irl, but my father in the dream. He was incredibly angry because I was gay, he even said he would murder me. He forced me into a torture room and advanced on me. Before I could react, he pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the heart, and I fell to the ground. He continued to stab me until I died, and even then he kept stabbing until my chest was ripped open and blood squirted all over him and his face, and he kept going...

Then he disposed of my body and that's when I woke up...

I had three nightmares in a row last night... here they are.
Be warned, some of them (especially the second one) have some disturbing things in them...
In the first one, I was trapped in a burning building on one of the top floors during a huge earthquake. My family was one floor below me, and in fact they only came to let me know there was a fire and an earthquake after they had already packed and gotten ready to leave.
I never really... died or felt the earthquake, but I was pretty certain I was going to die. I never finished the nightmare.
In the second one, I was forced to go to a remote island covered in dark jungle and poisonous animals in permanent night with a bunch of other people. We were marched to a "hotel" at the top of a plateau on the north side of the island which looked dilapidated and run by insanely creepy things that looked like the grim reaper mashed up with dementors.
I was locked in a room with 14 other people, and there were weapons every 5 square feet of the room (guns, knives, shards of glass, etc.) and we were forced to kill and murder each other with the weapons on the floor.
I brutally murdered so many people I lost count... about seven? There was even one time where me and one of the last people alive were equally matched, and we had a shootout and both survived, and I kept throwing glass at him and it didn't work, so I tackled him to the ground and squeezed his throat until the veins burst and he died... and I imagined the whole thing very vividly... he was a white, tall, skinny boy with curly and wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, blue shirt and jeans, and an angular face. He kinda looked like NF...
I felt the boy's throat
It felt warm
I felt his pulsing veins inflate and I still remember his strangled, bubbly cries. It was soft and squishy and once he died his throat burst open because it couldn't take the pressure and my hands were covered in blood and even slipping inside the tears of the throat. I felt my hands on the inside of his throat...
Then, it was only me and one other girl left. I was completely overtaken with adrenaline and I was basically a killing machine instead of human. The girl took advantage of that and caught me off gaurd... she stabbed me in the stomach and I died...
The next nightmare was me and my "father". He looked nothing like my father, but I knew he was my father. Not my father irl, but my father in the dream. He was incredibly angry because I was gay, he even said he would murder me. He forced me into a torture room and advanced on me. Before I could react, he pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the heart, and I fell to the ground. He continued to stab me until I died, and even then he kept stabbing until my chest was ripped open and blood squirted all over him and his face, and he kept going...

Then he disposed of my body and that's when I woke up...

I had three nightmares in a row last night... here they are.
Be warned, some of them (especially the second one) have some disturbing things in them...
In the first one, I was trapped in a burning building on one of the top floors during a huge earthquake. My family was one floor below me, and in fact they only came to let me know there was a fire and an earthquake after they had already packed and gotten ready to leave.
I never really... died or felt the earthquake, but I was pretty certain I was going to die. I never finished the nightmare.
In the second one, I was forced to go to a remote island covered in dark jungle and poisonous animals in permanent night with a bunch of other people. We were marched to a "hotel" at the top of a plateau on the north side of the island which looked dilapidated and run by insanely creepy things that looked like the grim reaper mashed up with dementors.
I was locked in a room with 14 other people, and there were weapons every 5 square feet of the room (guns, knives, shards of glass, etc.) and we were forced to kill and murder each other with the weapons on the floor.
I brutally murdered so many people I lost count... about seven? There was even one time where me and one of the last people alive were equally matched, and we had a shootout and both survived, and I kept throwing glass at him and it didn't work, so I tackled him to the ground and squeezed his throat until the veins burst and he died... and I imagined the whole thing very vividly... he was a white, tall, skinny boy with curly and wavy blonde hair, blue eyes, blue shirt and jeans, and an angular face. He kinda looked like NF...
I felt the boy's throat
It felt warm
I felt his pulsing veins inflate and I still remember his strangled, bubbly cries. It was soft and squishy and once he died his throat burst open because it couldn't take the pressure and my hands were covered in blood and even slipping inside the tears of the throat. I felt my hands on the inside of his throat...
Then, it was only me and one other girl left. I was completely overtaken with adrenaline and I was basically a killing machine instead of human. The girl took advantage of that and caught me off gaurd... she stabbed me in the stomach and I died...
The next nightmare was me and my "father". He looked nothing like my father, but I knew he was my father. Not my father irl, but my father in the dream. He was incredibly angry because I was gay, he even said he would murder me. He forced me into a torture room and advanced on me. Before I could react, he pulled out a knife and stabbed me in the heart, and I fell to the ground. He continued to stab me until I died, and even then he kept stabbing until my chest was ripped open and blood squirted all over him and his face, and he kept going...

Then he disposed of my body and that's when I woke up...

I'm bored save me

I'm bored save me