Im Sad. I Feel Like Shit. I Dont Believe In Anything Ive Ever Done, Ive Never Thought I Was Worth Much,

I’m sad. I feel like shit. I don’t believe in anything I’ve ever done, I’ve never thought I was worth much, I didn’t think I’d even see my eighteenth birthday. Everything that happened still haunts my every waking and sleeping moment. And I hate it, but mostly I hate myself.

That’s it, no punchline.

"Stare up at the sky as much as you wish, without your wings you will never fly again."

This.

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You sick bastard, I was SIXTEEN.

I was still a kid! Yeah, I was already pretty messed up, that doesn't give you ANY right to put your GODDAMN HANDS on me! You had NO FUCKING RIGHT to hold me down and do what you did. You KNEW what that would do, you knew for a fucking FACT that what you did would break me. What you said to me the first time still sticks with me to this day. Your words haunt my nightmares.

"Stop struggling, Tommy."

Those three little words are not all you said to me, but those were the ones that stuck in my head the most. Those words and your voice still follow me, along with the memory of you pinning my wrists to the ground while I begged you to stop. My mind goes fuzzy after that, but I know what you did.

Somehow, the aftermath was almost worse. Knowing what you'd done to me. Knowing I'd have to look my father in the eyes, knowing I'd have to talk to my brothers, knowing I'd hug my best friend, all while having to act like you didn't completely RUIN me. I could barely even look at anyone. I didn't want them to see how absolutely fucked up I was. Every single night I'd pray to god and beg for forgiveness for what you did to me. I felt that because YOU had made me dirty, that meant I was ruined forever and needed to pray for myself to rid my body of your imprint. I was dirty, stained, tainted. I myself was the sin you committed.

FUCK.

Okay wait hear me out

We all know Pogtopia was in a ravine

But like

I heard/saw someone on here mention lava tubes/caves (I'll tag them when I find that post again)

Combine that with this creepy old moss covered staircase

Tumblr do you see my vision

the downward spiral

Ah, the idiots /pos

No idea what they were getting into

Oh to relive Wilbur Soot deciding to get on a Minecraft server in the middle of the summer and just to be The Most Dramatic Bitch Possible. You will always be famous for being instantly catty, scheming and grandiose within five minutes of logging on. You will always be famous for instantly trying to set up a full blown RP amidst a bunch of nerds who had no idea what was coming and Tommyinnit. This time of year man. Nostalgia is a killer during the summer.

Cannot wait for the anniversary of this.