23 (CW: Suicidal Ideation and Depressing Shit) It’s crazy to think that for the majority of the years I’ve been alive I have wished that I wasn’t. I made plans, wrote letters, daydreamed about jerking the wheel or getting really sick or something else equally fucked up, premade funeral arrangements, the whole shebang. And yet, here I am. Never having had the nerve to actually go through with it, but still thinking the world would be better without me. It’s not, I know that. It’s taken a long time to get here, but I’m here. Even if the world would rather I wasn’t. I’m here. To that I say bring it on. I’ll fight until I can’t anymore. If the world chooses to become my enemy, I will fight like I always have ( -Shadow the mf Hedgehog). It’s scary to be alive. It was then and it really is now. I’ve been scared and numb and hateful and angry and tired and sad. But I’ve been happy, too. Enthralled by life, thrumming with energy as I take in all the good that my world has to offer. Because my world has a lot of good to offer. So. Here’s to an emo ass post for 23. Maybe I’ll get 23 more, and another 23 after that, and so on. We’ll just have to see. In the meantime, sign up for and pledge to the fucking blood drive (link in bio). Cheers, Sky