im 18. solitary wiccan/pagan. the one who has my heart may not even know it. i hate my name and want to change it. my page may be triggering, and im sorry. i post things i can relate to or like... i do self harm although im trying to quit... i do not however promote depression or self harm of any kind, but i will support anyone going through it. anyone can talk to me, please, if you need help do. i will help you the best i can. if you want to text, just message me your number, or, ask me for mine..
one time when i was like 12 my dad wanted me to put a dvd in the dvd player and i was like ‘what do i get in return’ and he said ‘you can have half of the winnings of this stupid lotto ticket’ and he ended up winning 60 dollars and i was so pleased with myself. 30 dollars when youre 12 is pretty much like infinity dollars. he was so mad
I thought that only the bag of chips was knitted so I was like lmaoo fucking idiot bird got owned then I saw that the bird was knitted as well then I realized I was the fucking idiot bird getting owned