**UPDATE** - My family and I have reached our goal! Thank you to everyone who shared this post! <3
I’ve never done this before, I normally just leave a pinned post for people who’d like to donate, but I’m in desperate need right now. I’m on the brink of eviction as I’ve been in and out of the hospital along with other troubles and I’ve fallen behind on rent. I’m begging any and everyone who is willing to donate to send to my cashapp *****funded***** Even if it’s just a penny, I’ll be grateful. My goal right now is $2,395 which will cover the past due and put my family and I one month ahead until we can get back on our feet. If you need any proof or details about what’s going on, please feel free to message me (I just had surgery on my spine and abdomen so I may not reply right away, but I will try to be as prompt as I can) and if you can’t donate, please share this post for me. Thank you!
My fault? When I tripped over because I didn’t tie up my shoelaces, that was my fault. When my favourite plant died because I forgot to water him, that was my fault. When I lost a friend because I kept putting off contacting them, that was my fault.
When you locked me in your room, when you tried to finger me under the tables in our science class, when you told everyone we had sex, when you made fun of my body and called me a whore, when you tricked me, when you groomed me, when you made fun of me for going to the police, was that my fault? You say yes, I say fuck you.
Those parts of me I’ll never have back, you stole that. There was no us, and there certainly was no me. You haunt me, when I see you my legs don’t work, and I want to run towards you, to embrace you, then thrust my knife into your back. Because that is what you did to me.
I see you laugh at me; I see you jeer. Whore, slut, skank, did you ever really know my name? Did you know what my favourite colour was? Did you know what show I loved the most? Did you even want me? Or did you want my body? You salivate, dripping drool like a dog with a gaping maw, you ate me, then spat me out when I resisted. You didn’t want me when I fought back.
You’re a monster, a lying cheating beast who prays on those who are smaller. You saw a rabbit, ripe, fresh and full of hopes, and you snapped its neck. For so long that rabbit lay there dormant, its neck hanging like a loose rope. I loved you once, at least I thought I did, I was 12 when you started attacking me. You said you love me, then proceeded to treat me like a toy.
You won, you won finally, I broke. 2 times I stood on a ledge, 2 times I choked myself with a rope. I turned, naïve, thinking maybe you’d see what you did. You were laughing. Mouthing “jump”. So, I tried, and 3 angels held me down, took me to the hospital and tried to fix what they could. They mended my physical wounds and tried to fix my brain. They had to remove the TV remote chord, I tried to die again.
I haven’t seen you since, and that brings me great joy. Every time I hear your name, see you active online, I laugh. I’m not fixed, not yet. I don’t think I ever will be. There’s no way to fix what you’ve broken, but that doesn’t mean that it will always bring me down. One day I know I’ll be able to stop the flashbacks, look past the trauma and know it wasn’t my fault. Until then I just must play it day by day. One day you’ll be scared of me, like how I am with you. And on that day, I will have won.
So we got a call from the hospital and our little sweeheart is not doing well. They don’t know if her heart condition is due to cancer or a bacteria. They have to do a lung biopsy ….
They could try to blindly treat it but Serenity would'va to stay at the hospital and we don’t have money for either of the option…
Eli have been diagnosed with Acute Myeloid Leukemia (AML) it’s a cancer of the bone marrow and blood and is one of the most aggressive forms of childhood cancer. We have been doing all we could financially to see our son out of this but the year haven’t been so good to us(with the whole covid-19 and lockdown thing). Many family members came through and supported(which we do not take for granted). But in last few weeks the support and help reduced drastically ( which is understandably due to the festive season plus the second phase if covid-19). This is why we seek the public help (financially) to help us fight this together with Eli. Please help donate if you can. Thank you.
Happy new year to you all and thank you for moving us this far (closer to your goal) with the donations and reblogs.
January 3 2021
$1,635 / $10,000
Update; Eli is still running a fever,he’s on his 4 antibiotics, God pls make this one be the right one..but Eli did reach a milestone today… there’s his first tooth sticking out.
PS; sorry I don’t give daily updates as often as i should and haven’t been chanced to thank y'all enough. Sometimes Eli won’t sleep until she’s in my hands. “mommy’s duty” takes much of my time than you can imagine.
I’m using this opportunity again to appreciate all the donations and reblogs. Thank you
Its one month already I last updated
And as at today 03.Feb.2021
Y'all have helped me raise $2,235 of $10,000 and I can’t thank you enough. Eli is doing much more better now but we are still at the hospital for the final stage (I hope and pray).
I have no idea what theme I should follow for my Halloween costume this year. I did fantasy last year and all my good ideas are fantasy. Plses comment any and all ideas. I’m struggling.
I want to look like this so thin and perfect I aspire to be this, I hate every pound of my body the way my thighs touch, the way my stomach looks everything! I want to rip all the fat of my body and be skin and bone. 86 pounds would be perfect. i won’t feel my thighs touch and I’ll feel so light and free.
I’m so done, I hate myself so bad. So here’s a back story last year is when I first started to not to eat. And the school/my mom found out and they made me eat I was so fucking sad/mad. I realized that I gained fucking weight and now I want to starve my self again, so I was looking though my drawer and I found a shirt I wore thought the summer and I put it on..and it did not fit, I had a mental break down and I punched myself so hard I had a bruise.
Am I crazy or is the blondie in the background Drew Starkey? Caaaause I think it looks like him but I could just be sleep deprived. Either way…the man is fine
More shitposts abt Comte bc what else am I really good for
Since I’ve finally recovered from the last event story released for him…..oh my godkhlkjshgkjdshkja the fucking BOSS MUSIC emanating from this man. The absolute possessive insanity throbbing in his skull–it’s killing me!!!! Sir!!!! On what planet!!!! Does a person get jealous over shoes!?!?!?!?
I just. “to bestow you with a gift without consulting me first.” Is where I first heard the Kill Bill Sirens. My god. I was like he’s taking this wel–. He is not taking this well. Abort mission. I–
Fr good luck to that boutique owner I don’t even want to imagine what kind of reprisal is waiting in store for that man. I may be stupid but I’m not an idiot I would never pick a fight with Comte if someone paidme that man does not fight to get even ;;;;;;;;;;; he fights to cripple his opposition forever, holy shit
Anyway framing this one screenshot as I downspiral into Comte-loving madness:
