Bro Armin Was Just Trying To Get Back To The Real World And Zeke Is Like Oh So You Want To ?

Bro Armin was just trying to get back to the real world and Zeke is like “oh so you want to 𝓯𝓾𝓬𝓴?” 😭😭

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

Woah! No way. Thanks to all five of you real people for following me🥰and shoutout to the additional thirty corn bots! Wouldn’t have done it without you.

I keep refreshing the site in hopes of seeing the feed again. My Q buddies are GONE💔 Please be a bad dream.

WHERE TF IS THE FEED

Since the feed is gone, I just want to bring this back for one final appearance💔

Ten days without the feed. I find myself growing depressed. I twitch and itch at the thought. I check the site repetitively. Nothing but the occasional like of someone who was once respected and known as a “like spammer.”

I miss my feed friends. I miss spamming the “freaky” font. I miss the random omegaverse roleplays the feed would get into. I miss the takeovers. I even miss callouts.

My eye twitches. I’m sweating buckets. I tap my fingers nervously. Nothing has given me this thrill. Have my eight years of site usage been meaningless?

A feeling of dread eats at me. I bite my lip. Is that blood I taste? Save me now. I could collapse, my body giving out on me and losing the ability to allow my overthinking.

I mull over the thought.

My stomach churns and my knees give out on me. My head is pounding. Shakily, I reach for my phone, opening the app.

Nothing.

Why can’t this be a bad dream? How sad is the life of someone who was loved. My infamy. I have succumbed to the repetitive habit. Was this the goal? I am Sisyphus, but only in the worst way possible.

Take me, oh mighty Lord. Surely you wouldn’t allow this? Allow me to praise you as I once praised the app. Take me now and allow me the privilege of bliss.

Quotev admins, your sinful actions will cease to exist in the memories of those we care. You’ll find glory in this, but us few will forever weep. Our memories will die. No one will know. You’ll be forgiven.

My eyes swell with tears. I collapse. I was always too weak to carry on my legacy. The feed carried it for me. I am nothing without it.

There’s no point now.

Long live the life I once lived.