#ill hug all of you if i could and if i wasn't afraid of covid

[scary-lasagna]

A Message from Kitty

I have to apologize to everyone.

I have not been writing as much as I wanted to this year. Ever since my grandmother died I've lost motivation for a passion besides the random spurts of creativity now and then. I'm still active within Creepypasta in my own way, but I'm sad that I haven't been giving into the community like I love to do.

I don't plan on leaving because I still have hope that one day soon I'll be able to type away on this $80 keyboard I got for 20 bucks on eBay.

I actually dressed up as Kitty for Halloween this year. It was fun and a bit euphoric if you ask me. Creepypasta has not left my heart. The fucking love I have for this fandom and the people in it is astonishing, personally. I would not have expected to still be writing smut and sappy romance for fictional killers and monsters 12 years after discovery.

Thank you for those that are still here. I see you in my notes and it touches my heart to know you still stop by even after how much time has passed since the last post.

Today marks the third anniversary of the blog.

And I bow to you, dear anon. I bow and curtesy and whatever the hell else I can do that will physically show you my gratitude and humbleness toward you and that magical power you call a 'note' and a 'reblog'.

You keep my passion for writing alive by announcing that you enjoy my silly little stories about a dog dragging around a serial killer, or a crazed axe murderer that loves to be held, or even a treacherous eldritch being so just needs some support and self-care.

For you, I will attempt to relight my passion for writing. And out of fucking spite, I will do it against the wishes of my grief to drag me down into a pit of sleep and cake-eating.

I will write that fucking request for you and make it so fucking cuddly and cute and fulfilling that your bones will explode and then regrow and then get all warm and gross because the human body is weird.

And if you're not human....I'll just have to write a personalized insult for you ig.

But seriously, thank you for still being here. Especially on a year as tough as this one. But I gotta keep going. Writing is what I love and I can't stop just cause I'm sad.

Here is to a more successful year than the last.

[anonymous-swiftie]

If you are on twitter, please retweet this:

https://twitter.com/ASwiftie00/status/1334245577933148164?s=19

Dear #Swifties,

I'm new on tumblr, and I really don't know how to use it.

I know you are the best supporters of the music industry and I'm here to ask your help.

I'm fighting with a crippling depression, that due this covid situation just got worse.

I'm at my lowest, I truly don't know if I will make it through this time.

I always dreamed to talk to Taylor, since I was a teenager. She is the only one that make me feel like I do fit in this world.

I've created this account because I know she is very active here, and I'm trying to reach her with this part of my story.

You can read everything below.

I didn't write any personal information because I don't want this to be seen by my family or somebody that can recognise me.

I don't want upset anyone.

I know that everyone hope to meet or chat with her, and so you are probably wondering why you have to share this here.

You're totally right, maybe it's a stupid idea to ask you this, but I haven't anything left in my pocket to fight this situation, and you're my only hope right now.

Thank you.

#taylor #swift

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Dear Taylor,

I keep writing and deleting this, over and over again.

I feel so dumb to write my personal story here, but this truly is my last chance to feel better and try to overcome this giant monster called depression.

I genuinly don't know if I can make it through this year. It's the worst period of my entire life and i don't even know if it's worth living this hell anymore.

I know you have millions of supporters (that probably write you every single day, and they are all better fans than I am, that's for sure) but I know that you proved, time after time, to be so down to earth and to use your time to read your fans messages.. so, in this moment, I'm just trying to share a part of my story with you.

You are the one that make feel understood, since I was like 13teen.

I'm so sorry if my English isn't very good but I'll do my best.

I'm not very active on social media , because I'm very shy when I have to talk about myself.. but If this could work, I must do it.

I will try to send a letter, If I can find the strength to mark this feeling on paper.

**IF I'M WRITING TO SOMEBODY FROM HER STAFF, PLEASE JUST LET THIS MESSAGE REACH TAYLOR**

I'll try now to resume, because I don't want to bother you too much.

This has been a crazy year so far, and the all the time I spent by myself during the lockdown didn't help at all.

This situation brought me back to childhood.

I spent a lot of my days back and forth in hospitals, due to my allergies.

I had to wear a mask all the time I wanted to go outside to avoid severe allergic reaction (that's why this Covid thing awakened some hurting memories)

I didn't have real friends back then, 'cause I've spent most of the summers at home, watching other kids playing around, from my window, or from the windows of my classroom.

It was so hard to make new friends, because the only thing that other kids saw was my mask.

I was the masked kid.

I was the strange kid.

I couldn't play with them.

Everytime I tried to play with them, the only thing I heard was "oh you are ill , I don't wanna be like you so stay away".

This situation made me start to write things in my personal diary.

I wrote small sentences, as a kid, and that was the only thing I could do alone inside an empty classroom during all summer.

This situation continued  for many years.

I wasn't the cool kid before, I wasn't the cool guy after.

The only things that let me enjoy those days were writing and listening to your songs.

I started to listen to your music thanks to my English teacher. She was a fan of folk and country music and she gave me a pic in which you were singing near a lake (I still have that photo somewhere, I strongly remember the white banner with your name written in red on it) and told me to listen to the cd she gave me that day.

I immediately fell in love (I think I still have a crush on you, I'm sorry).

I loved your album. I loved your voice. I loved the lyrics.

I remember having a "test" in school: each one of the class had to write their favourite lyrics and let the others guess the song.

If the someone guessed It, We could play the cd.

I chose Love Story and I translated it in Italian.

The class guessed the song, and I played it.

After the lunch break I went back to my desk and I saw some bullies that were breaking my cd-album and they started to laugh at me because I loved your music an I loved writing poems.

I was a boy so I was a loser because I enjoyed those things.

That felt terrible, but I continued to love your songs even more .

Those were my inspiration to write and to study english.

I felt so good when I listened to your album and this still happens.

Then I went to a private high-school.

Nothing changed, I still was the nerd guy that always got good grades and I have to say that the first year was quite good, but the second year was the start of the apocalypse.

I choose that school because two girls that I knew from childhood went there.

One of the cool new guys started to spread a fake "news" about me.

He said to everyone that I was the boyfriend of one of the two girls that I mentioned before.

So he was the cool guy and one of the girls believed him and told me to f*** myself.

The other girl was her best friend, so you could imagine by what happened next.

After 14 year spent together, I was nobody.

I didn't have "friends" in that class anymore.

I didn't say hello to anybody for 4 years, and nobody would say anything to me.

Nobody to talked with me.

That's great when you're a teenager.

I hated to wake up every morning.

I had an eating disorder, I lost like 22pounds in less than a month. Got hospitalized twice. I kept vomiting for 3 years, every single morning before school.

During that time I only talked with one of my cousins, who lived like 2 hours by car from me.

He was older than me but he always tried to help.

He knew that I loved to write poems so he started to give me guitar lessons.

I made it through a lot of things thanks to him.

I'm sorry, It's hard for me to write this part of the story.

I still get emotional when I think about this.

On the 10TH of December 2013 (some days after his birthday) we received a phone call from his mother: She warned us that he didn't return home after the last working shift.

I wrote a message to him like 3 hours prior to that phone call.

Never had the opportunity to get a reply again.

This year is the seventh year that he is missing.

That destroyed me.

I felt empty.

I felt like nothing couldn't help me.

I still feel that everytime I care about someone in my life, it will disappear someday.

This have happened several other times.

You know when ignorants say that men don't cry, is real bullshit. Men cry. I cried a lot.

I wrote so many poems , lyrics, thoughts in that period of time, that I destroyed my hands.

That was the only way to close my eyes and let me reach another reality because the real one was way too much for me.

Be a sensible man in this world is somehow a curse.

All these things made me afraid  even to hug someone 'cause I feel I'm too ugly or just to scared to be refused.

I will stop here my story, but there's so much more to tell.

I make it through all of these things and memories because I keep dreaming that one day I could meet you and we could talk together.

Dreaming about the fact I could spend a day with you made me find the power to battle my depression.

I'm 25 now and this year I'm not dreaming anymore.

I was going to start again university, I wanted to get a degree in marketing and have the chance to live in the us.

For years I believed that I would make it and hopefully be part of your marketing team.

I'm so stupid. All these years I kept dreaming to avoid pain.

I wanted to pursue my passion and continue to write lyrics but all I was doing was putting myself in unrealistic realities.

This covid situation made everything clear.

When everyone had someone to facetime (or video call) I was alone.

When everyone had someone asking them "how are you?" I only had myself looking in the mirror saying: "Will I ever feel better?"

I've never been the one for anybody, and I think I'll never be.

I won't be the one among all your fans to realize his dream.

Nobody likes me, and I'm exposing myself once again just because I want the opportunity to smile at something that could happen to me.

I'm tired to smile only for others best moments.

I've always seen the sun through a window.

I want to feel happy.

I want to burn my face with the sun.

I'm so sick of hiding my pain,

sick to cry when I'm alone in my car before going to work,

sick to let my eyes rain on my pillow every night.

I'm sick to say to my mother that I'm fine, just because I don't want to make her feel bad.

It's not her fault.

She is battling with a degenerative autoimmune disease, why I should put other weight on her shoulders?

I didn't give up to my weakness before because I don't want to hurt her.

I always say to her that soon she will feel better, that's why your song It's stuck in my head.

But when she won't be here anymore, how I can go through all of that?

I don't even know if will ever get better for me.

Will this pain ever stop?

Sometimes it's so hard to live and so easy to die.

Hope that my dream to spend some time with you can become true.

Thank you for everything, you gave me the strength to go on for many years.. But this time is so hard to put on my armor and continue this battle.

But is this even worth if thy I try to surround myself with people and I always feel lonely?

D.

@taylorswift @taylornation @jackleopards-thedolphinclub

[moenalisa]

May 2021

To those of you that still think it's stupid to get vaccinated:

I am a Covid Survivor. Did I ever think that I would get Covid? Of course not. The rare time that I did go out, I was always careful. I washed my hands, stayed a safe distance, wore a mask, and I still got infected. I was home sick for days before I could confirm it was Covid, that's where things took a turn. I was so sick with a fever and a few other symptoms of a regular flu that I started hallucinating and did not realise that I was slowly overdosing on my mental health medication. I normally treat flu symptoms naturally because taking flu meds would interact badly with my mental health meds.

It wasn't until I was at the ER that I found out I had Lithium Toxicity. After being on Lithium for more than 10 years this was new territory for me, and so was Covid. I had trouble getting up, could not walk properly, could not write, my speech was slurring. I could have died. I was then kept in hospital isolation for 3 weeks where I battled Covid and also my mental illness; Bipolar Mood Disorder. I could not take my regular meds and had yet another manic episode. I was relocated between hospitals because my case is a bit rare. They had to watch me closely and find a new treatment regimen for me. I had no human contact. I was lucky enough to call the people that I remembered the numbers of at one point. Since Covid forbids any visitation, the only way I could see my mom and husband was by waving from the window of my room to them in the parking lot.

I had several tests done including extensive MRI, CT scans and blood work. For me, to be able to post this and be almost 100% again is nothing short of a miracle. I am out of the woods but I look around me and still sadden by this debilitating disease.. people refusing to wear masks and refusing to get vaccinated. These are measures we should be taking to protect our families. It's simple, if you believe in medicine and science, man up and take it! Don't wait until someone close to you gets it and has to learn the hard way. I know that I am one in so many cases but my voice matters, especially from experience. Yes you have a choice, and I am not hating on you for being afraid or against it but please consider the benefits and other perspectives. It's been very surreal for me and my family. This is an extra layer of protection. I wish you all well, and I can't wait to hug everyone again. 💛