preconceived notion; an opinion formed beforehand without adequate evidence
Why make this website?
I made this after being told about a way to vent your frustrations in this manner on this site to journal. All the feelings I can't speak about with friends will go here.
Who are you?
Due to my decision to keep my activities anonymous here, I will simply tell you About Me.
The music I listen to.
Coinlocker Kid, Lil Ugly Mane, Father2006
That's about all I am comfortable sharing. Any more information runs the risk of me compromising my identity, but here goes.
6/16/2025 5:08AM PST
I Wouldnt say I think about killing myself, But I lament my life a lot. Im constantly tormented by my past mistakes and horrific incidents, and I would like to make peace with these things in hope that maybe ill feel better.
6/17/2025 2:53AM PST
Here I will start a brief history of how I got to this point. I believe it all started at the age of 9, when I met this boy on roblox who was around 15-16. He had groomed me up until the age of 12 while he was 18-19, making me feel special, loved, wanted. This was quickly stripped from me after he decided to break the news to me that "he was just pulling my chain". This broke me emotionally and I still haven't been able to recover since. Ever since, this complete wreck of my view on love has motivated my younger self ages 12-15 to contact older men on twitter through the #MNSFW tag when it was still a problem on the site. For countless people I exposed my body to them, letting them shower me in compliments only for them to dissapear the next day, and for me to move onto another pedophile. During this whole time I would also look for love, putting myself in so many romantic positions just to try and feel love again. I never did. I never have to any real capacity. Now all I can really do is ERP with people and exchange fake I love you messages. I feel sick. ages 16-18 I've been feeling like a complete failure, since this chase for love had actively distracted me from school. Now i'm playing catch up in the game of work ethic and I haven't even fully passed my final year of highschool. In recent life events, my brother recently attempted suicide. When my dad told me everything felt quiet. My whole body tensed and everything looked grey. He tried to kill himself by overdosing on medication. He's only 15. He say's hes ok now but I know how these things go. I'm scared for him and I want to talk some sense into him but hes always covered in this veil of irony I cant quite shatter. I will likely go into further detail for all these events. But I want to lay out what has happened to me that led me to this point. If you aren't ready to hear about those kinds of topics, then i'd turn the other cheek. Thank you for reading if you do. It's late. Goodnight.