my roommate's mormon mother sent missionaries to our fucking house, to ask for my roommate by name (deadname, no less!!) and i have never felt so fucking unsafe in my own damn house before. this is why we didn't want her to know our address. even though my roommate says her mother won't care about this place as soon as she (roommate) moves out, but i don't know when that will be and until then i am so fucking uncomfortable with this terrible abusive excuse of a parent sending goddamn missionaries to my fucking house. i already didn't like her knowing where we lived, but now she's telling other people and sending them here out of the blue.
▸ NOTE: if you choose to black out your text instead of using the spoiler feature, please be sure to set your font color and the background color to be the same color - otherwise, users will still be able to read it on certain themes. You can see a more detailed explanation in Aska-ray's thread here. Example: black text with black background
I... I really just want to leave adopts. I keep getting stressed about something that normally makes me happy, but in the past two months I just don't enjoy it anymore. I really wanna be one of those people who have like ten main characters and that's it. I wanna be able to focus on just a few rather then pagefuls. I don't want to be seen as flaky but I just really don't feel it anymore.
Wicked thank you for the laugh omg. That's why we in the TH retirement home, too old for most things these kids into.
Ingrid? I haven't heard that name in years... -long puff on cigarette-
god the interactions between you three made me forget what I wanted to vent about and that's a good thing. Thank you for this hilarious exchange.