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I want a dating sim that doesn't look like a dating sim... If I can just have that, my life with be complete.

I'm scared

What if they find out?

We don't tell them anything anymore FOR A REASON

This is a real broadcast they are doing. Calling men 'babygirl' has stumped them

While inspecting the Duck Trophy, you realize it move. Turns out it's a real Duck! The Duck starts quacking, making you scared because you don't want to interrupt the ritual again.

You take food from your pocket and give to the Duck.

You gave Popeye's biscuit.

The Duck started eating... But then choked on the biscuit.

You now have dead Duck.

Congratulations... (You monster)

You interrupt the ritual, mortal. What do you bring in trade for your life?

You give the Duck Trophy.

Perfect. Thank you mortal for the piece we've been missing. Run along now.

Woah! It's a duck!

You've obtained the duck trophy.

Now walk along mortal. You know the duck now.

If I broke into your house, put Bluey on your TV and started binging it. What would you do?

Yes, I took a picture of this when it was on my laptop. Yes, it is in TERRIBLE quality. And yes, I love Michael Myers.

Had writers block after this. God help me please.

Alright, remember how I said I'm a writer in my introduction post? I'll show you exactly what I mean. Play this song while you read.

Tailed by an unfortunate puppy, we walk through the rain. In no hurry, obviously, as neither of us have any shield from the sky's tears. Passed buildings and homeless men, throwing cans at me when I come too close. The puppy whimpering, as if feeling the pain for me.

What had I done wrong? I know it was just a fight. I tried to fix it, but it seems I've just made it worse. This puppy is just as sad and alone as me now. I'm miserable. We're miserable. We want shelter from our problems. We want shelter... from the rain.

Alright, remember how I said I'm a writer in my introduction post? I'll show you exactly what I mean. Play this song while you read.

Tailed by an unfortunate puppy, we walk through the rain. In no hurry, obviously, as neither of us have any shield from the sky's tears. Passed buildings and homeless men, throwing cans at me when I come too close. The puppy whimpering, as if feeling the pain for me.

What had I done wrong? I know it was just a fight. I tried to fix it, but it seems I've just made it worse. This puppy is just as sad and alone as me now. I'm miserable. We're miserable. We want shelter from our problems. We want shelter... from the rain.

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I wish I felt loved like this, low-key making me think back to my suicidal thoughts.

Start off with a simple and casual "I don't wanna kill myself" and when your therapist asks questions, reply with "yes", "no", "maybe" or "who told you that?".

I just now realize I haven't really introduced myself to the platform, so I'll start from the top.

Hello, my media name is Miss Voice or Mistress Voice depending on my dating status or if the name "Miss Voice" is already taken. I make art, stories, OCs, poetry and music just for the simple fun of it and I have zero real reason of making my account one for shit posts, but I like memes so...

You, probably:・_・

I've never shared any real info about my life other than the fact I'm 17 and have pretty bad traumatic experiences lol.

If there's anything that interests you like what fandoms I'm in or smth like that, just know your going to see one HELL of a list.

I felt this hit hard.

When I die I want one of those funny little messages on my grave stone. AND I specifically want it to be read upside down written, "I'm dead, I can't hear you. Go away." If not? I simply won't die. I'll be immortal until someone agrees to do it.

I woke up the other day feeling like absolute shit, then I was like "omg, why don't I just fall back to sleep?" So, that entire day I was trying to sleep.

See what happens when you lie to yourself? You end up looking depressed just laying in your bed, your parents wondering if you're ACTUALLY okay.

To sum up everything you like in one sentence should be considered a super power, simply for the fact that I can barely give someone a recipe without using 3-9 sentences just for seasonings. Like, I've tried to sum things up in a single sentence and it always goes wrong.