Hello, I Hope You And Your Family Are Well. Can You Please Help Me Recycle The Post On My Account? And

Hello, I hope you and your family are well. Can you please help me recycle the post on my account? 🌺 And help rescue my family from the war in Gaza? 🙏 Thank you.

https://gofund.me/198b6d57

gofundme.com

Donate to Hope for Gaza: Support Ashraf's Family Rebuild Their Lives, organized by Ashraf Alanqar

Hello,, My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old.… Ashraf Alanqar needs your support for Hope for Gaza: Support Ashraf's Family

Hello, as you can see in the message above, I was asked to share the donation page to reach as many people as possible.

If you can donate it would be a great help, if you can't afford it you can at least share it to reach as many people as possible. Please reblog this, follow his blog, read his previous posts and donate.

His page: ashraf-family2

I wasn't expecting this, but I can't really be surprised, sadly.

if you're a minor you probably shouldn’t click on this, but it's still nice to be informed??

I don’t think that’s….I don’t thinks that right. Trauma isn’t a kink, ya'll 💀

Help for Venezuela. REBLOG PLEASE.

Help me spread the word about what is happening in my country.I don't want to cry anymore thinking about what is going to happen to my family, or my friends. Many in my generation have committed suicide due to the desperation of the current crisis, others have left their university careers to go to work at an early age for a starvation wage. Please, I just want to stop suffering, I don't want to cry anymore, I just want a normal adolescence for all young people. My people need FREEDOM.

Thank you to everyone who got me to 100 likes!

F<CK YOU SCHOOL

SCHOOL'S ALMOST OUT B!TCH

(P.s: if you want ROTTMNT fanfic/headcanons. I'd love to hear it.)

🎶𝕾𝖆𝖑 𝕱𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖝 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯 🎶

𝙳𝚊𝚢 1:

𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚢, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝙸'𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢. "𝙷𝚎𝚢 𝚂𝚊𝚕" 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢. "𝙷𝚒" 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕. 𝙷𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝. 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚠. "𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞" 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍. 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘" 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚞𝚜 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢. "𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐?" 𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍. "𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗" 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕. "𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚜, 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙" "𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎" 𝙷𝚎'𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙺𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚂𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎.

𝙳𝚊𝚢 14... 𝙳𝚊𝚢 24... 𝙳𝚊𝚢 28 ᗪᗩY 37: 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚞𝚝. . . 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝙸'𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕. *𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨* *𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨* *𝘙𝘪𝘯𝘨* ᵖˡᵉᵃˢᵉ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵃⁿˢʷᵉʳ ⁱᵗ "H҉e҉l҉l҉o҉" ᵈᵃᵐⁿⁱᵗ "H҉e҉l҉l҉o҉ i҉s҉ t҉h҉i҉s҉ [N҉a҉m҉e҉] [F҉i҉s҉h҉e҉r҉]?" ˢᵗᵒᵖ "Y̑̈ȇ̈s̑̈ t̑̈h̑̈ȋ̈s̑̈ ȋ̈s̑̈ t̑̈h̑̈ȇ̈m̑̈ s̑̈p̑̈ȇ̈ȃ̈k̑̈ȋ̈n̑̈g̑̈" ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ "Ȋ̈'m̑̈ s̑̈ȏ̈ȓ̈ȓ̈y̑̈ t̑̈ȏ̈ ȋ̈n̑̈f̑̈ȏ̈ȓ̈m̑̈ y̑̈ȏ̈ȗ̈ b̑̈ȗ̈t̑̈ y̑̈ȏ̈ȗ̈'ȓ̈ȇ̈ h̑̈ȗ̈s̑̈b̑̈ȃ̈n̑̈d̑̈ S̑̈ȃ̈l̑̈ F̑̈ȋ̈s̑̈h̑̈ȇ̈ȓ̈ h̑̈ȃ̈s̑̈ b̑̈ȇ̈ȇ̈n̑̈ s̑̈ȇ̈n̑̈t̑̈ȇ̈n̑̈c̑̈ȇ̈d̑̈ t̑̈ȏ̈ t̑̈h̑̈ȇ̈ D̸e̸a̸t̸h̸ P̸e̸n̸a̸l̸t̸y̸ 𝕥𝕠𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕗𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕠𝕠𝕟 6:33𝕡𝕞" ʷʰʸ ʲᵘˢᵗ ʷʰʸ 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖. 𝚃𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙. 𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝. ᵈᵃʸ 38 𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗, 2004 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚙. 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛. 𝙸 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠'. 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙻𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎. 𝙾𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝. . . . . . . . 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝. 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 . . . 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚝 happening.

I'm so sorry, Sal.

𝙳𝚊𝚢 1: 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 For 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗, I'm sorry I disappointed you.

I feel so pathetic now. 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙸 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.

Barely eat.

𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 ceiling,

blaming myself. And when 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸 am now, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 anymore. 𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 alive 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍. A𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘.

{𝓐/𝓝: H̥ͦe̥ͦl̥ͦl̥ͦo̥ͦ m̥ͦy̥ͦ f̥ͦr̥ͦi̥ͦe̥ͦn̥ͦd̥ͦs̥ͦ, T͜͡h͜͡i͜͡s͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡o͜͡k͜͡ m͜͡e͜͡ a͜͡ w͜͡h͜͡i͜͡l͜͡e͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ w͜͡r͜͡i͜͡t͜͡e͜͡ b͜͡u͜͡t͜͡ I͜͡ h͜͡o͜͡p͜͡e͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ e͜͡n͜͡j͜͡o͜͡y͜͡e͜͡d͜͡ i͜͡t͜͡. I͜͡'m͜͡ s͜͡o͜͡r͜͡r͜͡y͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ t͜͡h͜͡e͜͡ p͜͡e͜͡r͜͡s͜͡o͜͡n͜͡ t͜͡h͜͡a͜͡t͜͡ r͜͡e͜͡q͜͡u͜͡e͜͡s͜͡t͜͡e͜͡d͜͡ t͜͡h͜͡i͜͡s͜͡, i͜͡f͜͡ i͜͡t͜͡ w͜͡a͜͡s͜͡n͜͡'t͜͡ r͜͡e͜͡a͜͡l͜͡l͜͡y͜͡ w͜͡h͜͡a͜͡t͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ a͜͡s͜͡k͜͡e͜͡d͜͡ f͜͡o͜͡r͜͡. I͜͡ t͜͡r͜͡i͜͡e͜͡d͜͡ m͜͡y͜͡ b͜͡e͜͡s͜͡t͜͡.

T͜͡h͜͡e͜͡ r͜͡e͜͡q͜͡u͜͡e͜͡s͜͡t͜͡ i͜͡s͜͡ o͜͡n͜͡ m͜͡y͜͡ p͜͡r͜͡e͜͡v͜͡i͜͡o͜͡u͜͡s͜͡ p͜͡o͜͡s͜͡t͜͡. I͜͡f͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ h͜͡a͜͡v͜͡e͜͡ m͜͡o͜͡r͜͡e͜͡ f͜͡o͜͡r͜͡ m͜͡e͜͡ f͜͡e͜͡e͜͡l͜͡ f͜͡r͜͡e͜͡e͜͡, b͜͡u͜͡t͜͡ m͜͡a͜͡k͜͡e͜͡ s͜͡u͜͡r͜͡e͜͡ t͜͡o͜͡ r͜͡e͜͡a͜͡d͜͡ m͜͡y͜͡ r͜͡u͜͡l͜͡e͜͡s͜͡ f͜͡i͜͡r͜͡s͜͡t͜͡.

T͜͡h͜͡a͜͡n͜͡k͜͡ y͜͡o͜͡u͜͡ f͜͡o͜͡r͜͡ r͜͡e͜͡a͜͡d͜͡i͜͡n͜͡g͜͡,

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