First of all, hey, Bright-Song. We all miss you. I miss you. Please come back. I know you’re going to college (I live in CA too!!) But these years without you as a friend will be the longest years. There are so many people in my life who have just…ceased activity. Scraps, I am so so sorry I didn’t check up on you. Now you’re gone, just like Blizz. And all those others. All dead Scratchers, please, please, please come back. You’re dearly missed. Nobody will notice if I go, too. Also; Dear Scraps/Sapter/Rainy, I know you’re gone— we all do. I’m just looking back at all the comments you made and everything you did and how you helped so many people like me. (Maybe they’re aliens we don’t know) You…well, it just seems so strange that you’re gone. Like ‘oh, scraps is inactive’ and then I heard the news from irkenz. You’re gone. Gone. Like, I knew some hard stuff was happening, but…well, not deleting your account entirely. I need to hit something rn. One sec. There’s always someone to blame, and I always blame them. I wish I could blame ST for some reason. But it’s parents. Yeah, they suck, but cutting off all ties without even giving you a chance to say goodbye? I know you won’t read this. In the hopes you do, please come back. You can email me, might throw that info out sometime. Just…please. Come back to us. To me. These are all hopeless prayers, but if it really happens…thank you. Dear Blizzy, I didn’t check on you for so long. Now…well, thank you. Remember when I made Snowclan? Thank you for managing it. Thank you for being alike. Thank you for being my first friend. Somebody, please inform me if any of these people come back. Look, I don’t wanna get real sappy, but…a girl’s got to show her feelings, huh? Or a person…depends on my gender-fluidity. I’m so ignorant, lying about being busy when I just wanted to read instead, not chatting, and worst of all not finding out why you’re gone.
Lil vent Ok dokes guys. My aunt recently got diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease. The other got diagnosed with br3ast cancer. Parkinson's is incurable, you can only slow it down. My aunt with cancer is in the hospital. Having surgery. She has three kids. One is old enough to understand d3ath. I don't want another funeral. I had one in August for my grandfather. I don't want to be by someone's deathbed, crying, knowing... Last year, on my birthday, my grandfather lay in the hospital. We prayed so hard for him to live. But I touched his hand...it was cold. I lost my great grand-aunt. At her funeral, I touched her hand. When I touched my grandfather's hand, I knew he was going to d!e...then I went into the state of denial. Then acceptance, then anger. I just-- I just don't want to experience that again, so close to when I did. Also So ST is running elections now. It won’t help. ST already censors us to our breaking point. How’s this going to be any different? Just a bunch of sappy kids with sappy ideas. And the fact it’s election/debate month now, hearing trump in his snotty voice as he spews nothing but lies from his mouth. My parents are watching downstairs. Biden looking disheartened and sad and losing. It makes me sick. ST, a ‘youth point of view’ won’t help, unless you’re going to let us do more than be restricted to not being able to make the sound of a bird. <3, D
