• Tickri commented on the post, stalk 2 years ago

    It won’t leave my mind. They can’t leave my mind. No matter how much I try to shake them off, I have to know what they’re doing. But I can’t let them know, but I want to know how they’re doing. The best I can manage it to open Facebook and- no, I said I’d stop doing that. I don’t care what they’re doing. I can function perfectly without having…[Read more]

  • Tickri commented on the post, dread 2 years, 5 months ago

    A wave of cold doom and gloom over something terrible. Or perhaps something small, but it’s really just your shit brain blowing it up to insane proportions as the small voice of reason speaks of how irrational this fear and worry is. You can’t help it, you feel paralyzed at the mere thought of moving forward. Living through it. Oh god, why this?

  • Tickri commented on the post, earrings 5 years, 7 months ago

    I never did want them. They never really appealed to me, they seemed like such a hassle, not to mention the extra money spent and wasted because of these silly accessories! No one would even be able to see them on my head, with my hair so long and drooping over my face. It would be pointless. But mother’s constant harassment (unbeknownst her) was…[Read more]