#all I’ll say is this: I’m a part of a private SMP group as a mod and the communication has been great

[greyrobins]

Confirmation that the egg maze lore was incomplete (as in not all of the plans for it were used/shown) feels like vindication

That arc gave so many questions and no answers. And to hear that the head writer was assigned that with no prior consent or talking?? And they had no outline at all or communication about the story??

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 6

George didn’t mind this Hermitcraft place too much. The people here were nice, even if he had only met two of them. X, their admin, had even offered to let George stay in what he was calling his starter base, though it was bigger than most houses on the Dream SMP. 

X was working tirelessly trying to figure out what was wrong with the server. Sometimes he would ask George to help him, or ask George questions but at this point it felt like they had tried everything already and George had been asked the same questions over and over again. 

There wasn’t much to do, the one time he had tried to explore, he got dreadfully lost and wandered around in circles for hours before X found him again. He didn’t want to build anything, he wasn’t planning on staying here. So mostly he just entertained himself by borrowing whatever he could find in X’s chests. There were these cool fish-cat things here called axolotls. He had become very attached to this yellow axolotl that he named Dream. Ok so maybe he did miss Dream... but that wasn’t anything new. 

X was taking a break and working on a tower for his nether portal and George was playing with Axolotl Dream in the shallows when several other Hermits showed up, and wait, was that Skeppy? What was Skeppy doing here? George scooped the axolotl up in a bucket and climbed up the rocky bank, not bothering to put on his shoes and his pants still rolled up to his knees. 

Skeppy stopped and pointed at George “You too!?” 

“What are you doing here?” George said holding the bucket with the axolotl in it carefully in both hands.

Skeppy just shrugged “Who knows.”

“Same,” George sighed.  

“Wait, there are two of you!?” the Hermit with wings and a red sweater practically squeaked. He looked a bit ruffled. “This is bad, this is bad,” He muttered as he started pacing.

“Um hi, I'm Scar and this anxious mess is Grian,” The other hermit introduced them. “He usually isn’t like this I promise.” 

“You don’t understand, this is bad!” Grian interjected.

“Um... I’m George,” George introduced himself, still not moving from where he stood.

X came down from his tower wiping his hands off on a rag and looking at the gathering group. “What’s going on? What seems to be the problem?” He asked. Then he saw Skeppy “Oh... we have another one... well maybe it isn’t that bad. I’m sure I’ll find a solution soon.” 

“No, no, no, you don’t understand. I think I broke the Server...” Grian interjected, “I may have... um- Well, you know, Watcher stuff-”

“Take your time, don’t worry about dumbing it down for me, I’m sure I can keep up,” X said, returning the rag to his inventory. 

“Well, I wanted to get into the Dream SMP. There is another Watcher who lives there. The only one aside from me that I know of who was able to escape the Organization. I needed to find him. But the Dream SMP is notoriously hard to get into, even for Watchers. So I used the Hermitcraft Server restart to give me a boost and get me through... I wasn’t able to find him before my window closed, I barely made it back as it was... But I think I may have inadvertently damaged the server. I think the two servers are leaking into each other.” 

X pressed his knuckle to his chin. “Well that would explain a few things, George showed up several days ago. The server thinks he is Etho and Etho is nowhere to be found.” He looked up at Skeppy, “I'm sorry, I’ve been rude, I’m Xisuma Void, this Server's Admin, I’ll do everything I can to fix this mess,” He said, reaching a hand out to Skeppy.

Skeppy squinted at X for a moment before taking the offered hand and shaking it “Skeppy,” He said as a means of introduction. He wasn’t sure if he believed him when he said he would do everything in his power to fix things but what other option did he have.

“Nice to meet you, Skeppy. If you don’t mind I would like to try some tests to figure out who the server thinks you are,” X explained.

Skeppy recoiled and screwed up his face, “Hell no, I’m not something to be kept in a cage and experimented on” He had never really trusted Dream and after he heard about what Dream had planned to do to him if Dream hadn’t been locked up in the Prison he knew he had been right not to trust him. This admin wasn’t any different, he just saw him as an anomaly to study. 

“Oh no, It’s nothing like that,” Xisuma quickly corrected, shaking his head and waving his hands as if to undo any misunderstanding. “I was just going to try and private message a bunch of hermits and see if any of their messages showed up in your inbox. 

Skeppy pursed his lips and squinted at X for a minute before relenting “Fine, I guess I’m ok with that.”

X proceeded to send a quick message that read ‘just ignore this, i am testing server stuff,’ to as many hermits as he could think of. He was almost at the bottom of the list when a whistle was heard from Skeppy’s phone. He picked it up and saw the message staring back at him. 

“It worked! So who does the server think he is?” George asked, looking around X’s shoulder at his HUD, still holding the axolotl. 

“TFC,” X said, looking up at Grian and Scar.

“That makes sense,” Scar said, “He showed up near Boatem and TFC’s base is just over the mountain from us.” 

“That’s all well and good but how do we fix this?” Grian interjected. 

“Well, I wanted to figure out what was wrong with the server and possibly why it thought George was Etho and now Skeppy and TFC too, but under the circumstances it might be best to send you two back now and we can work on getting our people back on our own. We have already inconvenienced you two enough as it is.”

Grian shook his head “We already tried that, Skeppy was rejected,” 

“Of course he was rejected, he didn’t have admin permissions,” George scoffed.

“Wait so you are saying that you need permission from your admin to leave your own server?” Scar asked. 

“Yeah, he didn’t usually give them though. I think I only left once after joining the server and that was to go with Dream to watch him compete against Technoblade,” George shrugged, finally putting the bucket down and sitting next to it, it was getting kind of heavy.

“Oh right, I think I remember hearing about that Deul. Didn’t Technoblade win?” Grian added. George pretended not to notice. 

“But this still doesn't make sense,” Xisuma mused “The Dream SMP server might not let it’s members leave but that has never been the case on Hermitcraft. And if the Server thinks they are hermits they should be allowed to leave... unless... if they are here then our hermits are Probably on the Dream SMP Server, perhaps if the Servers think they are someone else then they aren't letting them in.”

“But the error message specifically said they didn’t have permission to leave, not that they didn’t have permission to enter,” Grian pointed out. 

“Hum, true. Scar do you mind testing something for us. Can you try and leave the server and come back.” X asked

“Sure thing, where should I go,”

“Anywhere should be fine, a public server or a personal one. It shouldn’t matter,” 

“Ok, here goes,” Scar said, opening his HUD and pressing some buttons. He flickered for a second, going translucent and then returning to full opacity. His HUD read the same message that the others had “You do not have permissions to leave this server.”

“Well that’s not good,” Scar muttered.

Xisuma moved to look over Scar’s shoulder. “Well that complicates things. Grian, do you think you might be able to go back to the Dream SMP server if you had some help.”

“I mean, maybe, it was pretty sketchy the first time I did it, and that was before we were having problems on our end. I’ll do what I can though.”

“That’s all I can ask for,” X reassured.  

“Well for now Skeppy can stay with us in Boatem, and George you are free to join us if you want,” Scar said.  

“Beats hanging around here by myself,” George shrugged.

“Alright, with that settled, I think we're done here. Grian, can I see you here tomorrow so we can get started on fixing this server glitch-”

“Well it’s more of a crack than-” Grian started 

“Alright, crack then, are you free tomorrow,” X interrupted. 

Grian looked sheepish “Yeah, yeah, of course. See you then,”  

[Notes: Here you go, I hope you enjoyed. Things are really starting to pick up pace and I am looking forward to where this is going. I really got in the groove with this and just sat down and wrote out several parts at once so those will be coming out every couple of days. I still need to edit them and I don’t want to overwhelm you guys with too much at once.] 

[smp-live]

Man in the (Shattered) Mirror Ch. 3

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No TWs for this one!

Phil stared in shock at the child that stood in front of him, mind still reeling from the past, what, five minutes? Had everything really gone to shit in five minutes?

Yes, a part of him whispered, all too acutely aware of how quickly a world could be turned on its head. (It was never meant to be. Kill me, Phil, kill me.)

But he couldn’t give in to the shock now. Not when there was a kid, just standing there. His kid, because the boy, without a doubt, was Wilbur.

Wilbur, looking not a day over seven, bandage plastered on his cheek, hair mussed up as it always had been - the gremlin flat-out refused to brush it, Phil remembered fondly. Wilbur, who was staring up at him with wide eyes and a trembling lip, clearly seconds away from bursting into terrified tears.

Phil was struck with the sudden, parental urge to pull his kid into his arms and make sure nothing ever happened to make him look like this again. So he pushed down all his own anxieties and fears and dread and opened his arms wide for a hug.

“Wil,” he said, voice breaking, and all of a sudden, he had an armful of crying child.

“Dad, dad,” Wilbur sobbed into his shoulder, “I was so scared, dad. I had a nightmare and I know you said not to go anywhere without telling you but when I woke up I wasn’t in bed anymore and that scary man was yelling and, and-”

“Shh, s’okay,” Phil soothed into his son’s hair, rubbing circles on his back, falling into the role of father all-too-easily. The kid looked up with red-rimmed eyes. “I’m here, Wil, you’re safe. Nobody’ll hurt you.”

Wilbur buried his head back in his shoulder, already over the strong burst of emotion in the way that only small children can be but still needing the relief of a hug. Phil looked up at the group surrounding him. They stared back in varying degrees of shock and discomfort.

“Is that Wilbur?” Tommy asked, incredulous. Phil nodded, and he scoffed.

“This is fuckin’ weird,” Fundy muttered, and Phil privately agreed before Wilbur shifted in his arms. He must have finally gathered his courage, because he pulled out from his arms and scowled at the people surrounding him.

“Who the fuck are you?” he accused, standing protectively between Phil and the others, and he felt his heart warm. Wilbur’s grip on his hand was tight, reassuring himself even as he tried to protect his dad.

“Wil, language,” he chided gently, and Wilbur looked back to stick his tongue out at him. He laughed, ignoring his son’s scowl as he went back to glaring at the others, and took a step forward to stand at his son’s side. “These are my friends.”

“Well I’ve never met them,” he said petulantly, wrenching his hand out of Phil’s and crossing his arms. “So they can’t be that good friends. Techno’s not even here.” His face lit up in excitement, and he gasped. “Can we go see him?”

Phil laughed again. Oh, how he’d missed his son, the one with the light of life and wonder in his eyes. Not the bitter, jaded thing he’d become somewhere along the line.

“We’ll see Techno later,” he reassured, smiling down at Wilbur, who bounced with excitement.

“This is fuckin’ weird, right? I’m not the only one who thinks this is absolutely insane?” Tommy said, breaking away from Ranboo’s side and turning to face the rest of the group.

It most definitely was fuckin’ weird, but Phil had long since learned to roll with the punches and push down his own opinions for the sake of others. And now, this young version of Wilbur (who should definitely not be here,) needed him to be a father, so a father he would be. His own feelings on the matter didn’t matter.

Besides, it was kind of nice to be a father, again. Wilbur had always been independent to an almost alarming degree, and so Phil hadn’t had nearly enough time as he wanted to be smothering and coddle him.

Eret had moved away from Ghostbur, walking gently towards Wilbur and Phil with hands slightly raised to show he meant no harm. He knelt down in front of them to be at eye level with the child, smiling friendlily.

“I’m Eret,” he introduced himself, “King of the Dream SMP.” Wilbur stared at his bejeweled crown in awe, mouth agape.

“Hi King Eret, sir,” he breathed out, all earlier apprehension gone. Still staring at the crown.

“Wanna see?” the King asked, pulling it off and holding it out. Wilbur gaped. “You can touch, it’s okay.”

Wilbur reached out hesitantly, running a hand over the shimmering jewels with a quiet “whoa.” He looked back up at Eret with the same light shining in his eyes and started literally bouncing as he word-vomited,

“You said you were King? What’s it like? How big’s your country? Who are your allies? Can I see-”

“Wilbur,” Phil said, putting a hand on his head as Eret laughed and stood back up, resting the crown back on their head, “manners.”

“Right,” he said, looking down. Then back up to the group, chest puffing out with the confidence of a child who knew exactly who he was. “My name’s Wilbur Minecraft, and I’m gonna change the world.”

Tommy snorted at that, and everybody turned to look at him. “You definitely could say that.”

Wilbur glared at him, studying, then turned to Phil. “I don’t like him.”

Phil laughed. “You don’t even know his name!” His son turned back to Tommy.

“What’s your name?”

“None of your business, bitch,” Tommy snarked, arms crossed.

“Tommy,” Phil sighed, “be nice.”

Tommy glared at him, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like “you’re not my fuckin’ dad,” under his breath, before sighing. “’s Tommy.”

“Tommy, I don’t like you,” Wilbur said cheerfully.

“Fuck you too, bitch.”

Wilbur gasped, mouth forming a tiny ‘o’. “Phil, how come he gets to swear but I don’t?” he pouted.

“Because he’s older than you, mate.”

Wilbur pondered that for a second before asking, “will I be able to swear when I’m older?”

Phil couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Oh, trust me, you will.” Wilbur must have been satisfied with that answer, because he stepped over to Ranboo with crossed arms.

“It’s rude not to introduce yourself, you know,” he said, clearly giving his best impression of a stern Phil.

“Oh!” Ranboo’s tail lashed, taken aback. “I’m Ranboo. Nice to meet you.”

Wilbur studied him for a few moments, during which Ranboo looked increasingly uncomfortable, starting to fidget with his grass block. Finally, apparently he was done with his evaluation, for he nodded.

“You’re okay,” he proclaimed.

“Oh come on!” Tommy exclaimed, throwing his hands up in frustration.

“Thanks?” Ranboo sounded hesitant, but Wilbur had already turned to Fundy expectantly. But the fox didn’t acknowledge him, instead turning to Phil.

“Are we not gonna address,” Fundy trailed off, sending a pointed look towards Wilbur, “that?”

Phil sighed. “What are we supposed to do about him?”

“I don’t know!” Fundy threw his hands up. “Maybe, I don’t know, try and figure out what the fuck is happening?” Phil opened his mouth to argue, or maybe agree, but Eret stepped forward with an interjection.

“It’s been a long day,” they said with a smile. “How about we meet back up tomorrow to discuss?”

“Where?” Tommy asked, almost an accusation.

“My castle’s always open,” they suggested.

“Alright then,” Phil announced, flaring his wings for attention. “We meet tomorrow at Eret’s at midday. Go home and get some rest.”

Tommy took that as his immediate cue to leave, dragging Ranboo along behind him, who turned back to look at Fundy. Said fox muttered a quiet “see you tomorrow,” before heading off around the crater, ears pressed flat against his head.

That left Phil and his son, Eret, and Ghostbur. Ghostbur, who still looked absolutely terrible, somehow paler than normal. Eret walked up to him, murmuring a soft “Ghostbur?” He didn’t even react, glazed-over eyes staring into the distance.

“Who’s that?” Wilbur asked in awe, and Phil’s stomach clenched. “He’s all transparent-looking. Like a ghost!”

“I’ll explain later,” Phil murmured offhandedly. That wasn’t his son, wasn’t even a quite a person, in his eyes, but... He was concerned, sue him.

“I’ll take care of him,” Eret said quietly, looking up at Phil. He nodded, and they started guiding him towards the Greater SMP with a hand on the ghost’s back.

“C’mon,” Phil said, starting to walk towards the Nether portal with a hand outstretched for Wilbur to grab. When he didn’t feel anything, didn’t hear the pattering of little feet behind him, he turned, a question on his tongue.

Wilbur was staring at his back, hands clasped over his mouth and tears in his eyes. He looked absolutely devastated.

“Hey, hey Wil, what’s wrong, mate?” Phil asked gently, rushing over to him and taking his hands. They were dwarfed in his own.

“What,” Wilbur hiccuped, “what happened to your wings?” and oh.

“Oh, I...” Phil started. How did he explain this? He couldn’t exactly say ‘a future version of you went fucking insane and blew up a nation, my wings along with it,’ could he?

“I accidentally hurt them a while back,” he settled on, rustling them. Wilbur looked up with wide eyes. “It’s okay, though. They don’t even hurt anymore.” Most of the time, he amended.

“Promise?” Wilbur asked with wide eyes. Phil smiled reassuringly.

“Promise. Now, let’s get going, ‘kay?” The kid nodded and he stood up, keeping Wilbur’s hand in his own. “It’s a long way home.”

[working-on-becoming-a-better-me]

Day 253—Mar. 23, 2021

Okay, so the numbers for my previous consecutive posts were off by a day (like a day ahead) and February 7′s math was way off, but I googled this! so from here on out, we will be accurate! let’s go bois!

BIG UPDATE BOIS! Essentially? I’VE GOTTEN BETTER! Mental health is better, habits are better, outlook on life is better, productivity... isn’t as high as it was when I first started the blog, but it’s doing MUCH better than November and even January.

coping with minecraft:

So, I’m still addicted to the dream smp minecraft fandom. my friend got me a dream hoodie, bucket hat, and a georgenotfound hoodie for my birthday. but! I’m coping better. I’m behind on streams, and am now catching up during Spring Break. For a while, I was pushing back school work to watch and catch up on streams. I promised myself that during free periods I would work since I was catching up on streams at home, and then... yeah. ANYWAY! I’ve gotten a lot better at that recently by noticing that even fanart accounts (accounts dedicated to mcyt-ers) were talking about how they didn’t watch a phasmaphobia stream because they weren’t interested in it, or talking about how they were behind on streams... it really helped me accept the fact that I can be a real fan and not watch every single stream.

cultural convention:

My international school does events with other international schools but because of covid, we can’t travel. I act and made varsity drama (we call it a different name, but yeah!) and we had virtual conferences. I was incredibly friendly and loud and there were tons of zoom calls. Our schools kinda known for being... uh, stuck up? and kinda elitist. Not like I was being fake, but I was making an effort to talk during calls and be active on group chats made. I joke-flirt a lot and focused my attention on one person. A whole thing ensued, but some of the other actors in my school (there were only 11 of us) were joking abut sending me to “horny jail” and one girl kept apologizing for me. During “lounge sessions” I would interject with what I thought were funny comments and she’d say “again, I’d like to apologize for her behavior” and... uh... I cried at school. Cuz I’ve heard way too many times from too many different people about how I’m embarrassing... BUT.

What really helped was the fact that there were late night zoom calls and I was one of only three kids from my school the first night on a call with around 25 people. Other people said I helped give them a really good first impression of our school, especially considering all the things they’d heard previously. The guy I joke-flirted with (I previously dmed him asking if he was okay with it and he said he was) said on a call that I was one of the funniest people he’d met in a while. It was a huge confidence booster in knowing that the efforts I was making were paying off :)

confidence:

Since starting this blog, I’ve been trying to be nicer to myself. I’ve been practicing more positive self speak and have recently realized the difference between the way I speak about and to myself and how some other people do. Being nicer to myself out loud has helped a lot in feeling better and more comfortable.

I wanted to try wearing black masks, but my mom bought the wrong kind. They had patterns and I was really nervous because I didn’t really want to stand out. I used to not care, but... I dunno. Teenagehood and whatnot. We wear uniforms too, so the only differences are in accessories, hair, etc. I’m not sure why, but I was really nervous to wear the new mask patterns to school. But I told myself it was an experiment, to force me to be more confident. I actually forgot I was wearing it until I saw myself. And since I’d posted on my private story saying I was doing this to try and be more comfortable, some of my friends came up to me and told me it was actually cute. Shows that I really had nothing to stress for. Not that it was really self-expression, but for me, and anyone else who needs to hear this, no one cares. Maybe they even wish they had the courage to wear different things as well.

mcyt mantra:

I have a mantra now! adapted from something drunk Wilbur Soot said during Quackity’s livestream, I think. I repeat it when I’m happy and when I’m nervous or scared and I guess... I dunno, I’m like classically conditioning myself? Except not really since I’m doing it out of order. But yeah! get yourself a mantra!!!

character day:

more with confidence! spirit week is just an excuse for kids to not wear their uniforms, but I put a lot of effort into an Ace Ventura outfit I put together. I only saw around two or three other people actually dressed up as characters, but I had so much fun and thought I looked amazing. I was proud that I wasn’t a normie ;]

Also... it’s so humid in this country and the rubber bottoms of my boots actually stuck to the pavement and fell off. I spent the day without the bottoms of my shoes and it was so funny. Even my mom laughed after (she laughed for so long, it was adorable) and she said only I could pull it off and that the friend I walk to school with everyday is lucky to have me as a friend. My mom was telling me about how she never had a friend like me growing up, just so weird and goofy. And it made me happy to think that I can bring so much... zaniness to people’s lives

ao3:

been writing a lot more recently! haven’t been posting on my writing blog since it’s all fanfiction, but it’s helping me write! I update one of my stories every two weeks. When I feel like I’m not doing enough, it’s a nice reminder that I actually can be consistent. I may be getting better... who knows :)

nehs:

been editing lots of papers even though I don’t need to anymore since I made vp of my school’s nehs chapter. but it’s helping me learn too! I’m very instinctual when writing, but obviously when I’m editing I can’t just ask them to change something because “it doesn’t sound right”. So I google explanations and then tell the people who’s papers I’m editing. It helps both them and me!

ipad/drawing:

got a new ipad for my birthday. been messing around with procreate. been doodling in class (only dream team characters so far lol). might be getting better... hopefully I am!

also have a sticky notes app on my ipad and been creating to-do lists! yay!

teaching:

been teaching students in cambodia! last year I had a teaching partner who guided lessons mostly. this year I’m the leading teacher. It’s helping with my fear of leadership and responsibility.

social:

still not the most social, but more active on snapchat now with keeping in contact with some of the cultural convention kids. covids made it harder to keep in contact, and I’ve been trying to reach out more to my closest friend who I’ve not hung out with in a while. not that we don’t see each other at lunch every other day, but I walk to school with, share a class and after school study hall with another friend. so comparably, I’ve spent less time with my closest friend.

recently had a spa day with my small neighborhood gang! my friend painted my other guy friend’s nails! yes! we used face masks as well :)

general update:

- went to the pool the other day and now I’m hecka burnt

- yesterday I wrote letters for honor society points, caught up on math hw, wrote a reflection and plan for a class, reviewed chinese with my mom, met up with my “mentor” for a class

- have been helping a lot of people! am currently a part of two people’s pieces for their theater class and I have a rehearsal later today!

- was doing a lot of work as an officer of thespian honor society—I’m likely going to be on the officer team again next year and, until a few weeks ago, I hadn’t felt like I’d been doing much and was feeling unworthy. but then I was proactive about something and updated our sponser (school’s drama director) on what we as officers decided. felt... prettyyy goooodddd :)

- !!! yesterday I went on a walk and brought money and my student ID, ready to buy bubble tea, but then... I mustered up what little willpower I had and then didn’t buy it. Instead, I bought surprise lilies for my mom (and some groceries she asked me to get)   - been trying to cut out unnecessary sugars and foods. if I’m not hungry, I shouldn’t eat, but also... I listen to my body and if I’m feeling really snacky, I’ll indulge   - recently been craving ice cream, but not the flavors in my fridge so instead I’m just not eating ice cream at all and ate an apple once as a substitute :D

- not sure if I’ve been sleeping more, but it kinda feels like I have been?

- started taking pictures of the world when I think it’s pretty one sunny afternoon when I was laughing lots with a friend... especially right after cul con, I was taking a lot more pictures...

- just been more active (not physically... though occasionally, when bored, I’ll stretch some... but I should try and get more active (I mean... the walk yesterday?))... creatively speaking (ao3, with art), socially online (cul con kids), in person (making plans over spring break!)...

- I just feel like I’ve been putting more effort into life

of course, there are the down bits, like for one project based class where the end product is due in May-ish and it focuses on the “process”... I’m just... not... process-ing. I chose a writing project (why). I’m focusing a lot on my side projects, but not my class writing one :/ as well as that, when assignments pick up, I do too, but when I get down time I feel like I deserve it (which I do!) but I don’t work ahead. I’ve been really busy though. Teaching got cancelled because the school in Cambodia shut down unfortunately due to covid. But before spring break, I was teaching, editing papers, writing my own for lang, doing cul con and then catching up on work I missed because of cul con, studying for tests, attending rehearsals... there’s a lot going on and I need to recognize that I am doing so well, especially compared with a few months prior when I was in a much darker place.

mostly stress has been my plague, but yeah! also in the span of one week, two classes bumped up a grade (or half a grade... we have letters and + system (no -)) so my previously low gpa became slightly less low! It gave me confidence that I can end the semester strong!

procrastination: another plague. I keep delaying setting up college counseling meetings and have delayed this update for a while now... and the project-class...

also have babysitting jobs again so we gon get some monnaayyyyy! (job is not from people we met at the pool, but we did meet people at the pool and their kids liked me so much they asked me mom to get me to babysit them... another boost to confidence! yay :) I’m a likeable person :] )

thanks for sticking around! I’m glad I’m getting this update in because I’m doing... really well :D hope you guys are also doing well or that it gets better!