I Want To Be Pretty

just did a Sh aftercare fór the first time damn I deserve a price😭umm i went too far this time ehhhhhh

ON MY WAY TO FIND THE SLENDER MANSION GUYS

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my online friend just ki11ed himself?...He texted me...i Hope hes okay oh my god...Is it because of me? did i do something Wrong? i fucking can't

Whatever ur going through. Here's a virtual hug 🫂

thank u pookie!!!

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Hey, as someone who recently decided to kill myself if some things don't work out I hope you at least don't feel too horrible. I don't know what you rebound on but if it's not something too destructive and brings short joy i hope you enjoy those moments. This might be bad advice but fuck man, life sucks

Yeah it SUCKS...but thank you your really kind!

im trying my best haha..anyways i hope everything will be alright for you!❤️

Im getting this tattooed in April or June

Is there anyone who likes poetry?

this is my own poetry i wrote and translated into English! im sorry if it doesnt really make sense haha

The Reflection’s Whisper

My longing is stronger, so hard to defy,

heavier than shadows that blur every lie.

From my own reflection, the darkness calls,

with morning’s light, the image falls.

"Come... come on, don’t hesitate!

Throw your life away—it’s not too late!

Before the pain can strike once more,

you’ll be long gone behind church doors!"

My mirrored voice whispers low,

I shake my head—what does it know?

"Oh, what must I do to make you see,

so my own reflection lets me be?

I know that peace in endless rest

is wrong... but oh, it tastes the best."

I lift my gaze and meet its eyes,

a hand is reaching—offering ties.

"Take my hand, come follow me,

no more pain, just endless sleep."

Slowly, I lift my trembling hand,

our fingers meet—and I’m pulled in.

A world of black and white surrounds,

I wander lost, no peace is found.

"Oh my God, forgive my crime!

I want to live, just one more time!

My life was fragile like a flower,

I see it now, this final hour."

Barefoot I walk on roads so cold,

the morning dew so soft yet bold.

Before me stands a chapel tall,

inside, I step—then see it all.

Figures dressed in mourning black,

sorrow weighing on their backs.

I hear them weeping, lost in grief,

tears like rain, no hope, no relief.

I step in closer—then I freeze,

what I see brings me to my knees.

My lifeless body, pale and still,

lying there against my will.

"Oh, don’t cry, I’m still right here!

Trapped inside the glass so clear,

lured by whispers, drawn too near."

But none can hear me, none can see,

my voice is gone—lost completely.

Guilt consumes me, cold as stone,

from head to toe, I’m all alone.

My chest is aching—grief or death?

I cannot feel my final breath.

The earth embraces me at last,

my faith has faded—buried past.

BRRUUUH

HAHA NOT ME CVTTING MYSELF AFTER POSTING HOW WONT DO IT💀

IM FUCKIN SHAKING

i relapsed like So fucking much its deep as fuck im crying idk what to do