“Who’s that? I never heard of them before” Is what you would hear months or longer after quitting. Probably no one remembers you, what’s the point of stacking up followers and making friends when they’ll all leave, and maybe you eventually? “Who’s Flappy?” Is what I would hear when I leave. And when I come back I’ll see myself with lost followers that I worked for. “Who is she? I never heard of her” She is someone you never met. She is suffering with all the hate. Can she stop it? No. She can block the users, but never heal her heart. She, more like I, gave too much chances to toxic users and became friends with them. I- I mean she, wants to quit but made too much progress and doesn’t wanna be forgotten by the people she loves. Memories, and love, is short, She wants someone who cares about he. She is alone. And no one can help her.

Well, what if she stays? Just another painful day. Drama, stress, school, the virus. Remember the good old days? Sad how lovely those days were. She used to have a place here. She used to have friends. But now she is replaced by another friend by someone who’s more popular or has better art skills. I-*She has no place in this site. And is struggling to find one. So what if she becomes friends with popular people? She’s never enough. She never will be.

She can’t even consider herself as a “I” The word is cursed, disgusting. She doesn’t deserve to be used by that word. As she’s just a rag doll that everyone controls. What about friends who cared for her? Found new friends or quit. What about that one person she cared about. But she shut off. What about the constant “I forgive you”’s That she gave out like cards? What about her community’s constant hate? She does nothing about it. Because hey? She only cares about herself. And that she is “Me”

Chain continuation- She is alone. She will be forgotten in the community. She will be found as just another example to use as “Flipanim is dying” She can’t help herself. She can’t control herself and can’t do anything by herself and uses people around her. And when she finally finds someone she loves, they leave her. Sad, right? Well, she’s used to it. It’s the same thing, should not be too depressing. No one cares anyway. What about herself? Does she even treat herself right? Barely. She abuses her own feelings and throws them around, going on constant rants and cursing. She can’t calm herself down, better to put her down. She is a “Furry faggot” Anyways.

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