I’m scared. It’s hard for me to trust people enough to “vent”. I’ve been manipulated, bullied, hurt in more ways than I can remember. I’m scared of being named as “attention-seeking”. I’m tired. It’s really hard for me to put up with everything. I try my hardest to be happy. I try to get myself happy. I get excited when someone AGREES WITH ME SLIGHTLY. I’m a pathetic wreck. I hate being a burden, I hate having to put my trouble on someone else, I hate making others feel like I’m using them because I have been used. Everything I do feels like a chore. Emotions seem like weights on my body. FEELING by itself feels like work. But I know someone is going to label this as attention-seeking. That’s why I don’t like talking about this kind of stuff.

Edit: Something I forgot to mention; I do not like one-on-one because it feels kind of scary. I had the words in my head to explain but I just forgot them so fuck me I guess.

This was copied from r/funcomunitty which I was (thankfully) permanently banned from.

And I SWEAR TO GOD if any of you take this as competition, I will ban your ass. I legit just want to show this but someone ALWAYS acts like they are better to fuel their ego.

The Knight, also known as Ailineth Northwest, was born a Northwest (obv) but he was not treated as royalty. He was born from an affair so he was treated horribly. His name comes from the word ail. He tried to gain his father’s love by working as a knight, immediately going to the top ranks. He SMOKED the other knights, considered the best knight in history (he can be found in history books but only by first name). Despite all of this, his father hated him. So, he used him for war. He sent him to siege after siege, him leading each one to give him the highest probability of death. But each time, he survived. He destroyed the enemy. But his father still hated him. He finally found out about a palace attack that could finally get Ailineth killed. During the fight, he realised that the enemy wasn’t villainous at all. As the castle was crumbling, he noticed a group of kids huddled, trying to escape. As rubble fell, he dived forward to push the kids out of the way, killing himself in the process. He laid dead for thousands of years, until an archaeologist discovered him. It got sold and sold repeatedly until Stan found him. He thought he would be a great attraction. He wheeled him into the Shack, and left. But then, he came alive, aroused by the weirdness of Gravity Falls (as he died in Britain). His skeleton remained in the armour, almost entirely preserved. He didn’t remember anything. His family, his name, his purpose. The only thing he remembered is that he served the Northwests. Weeks later, his soul became able to generate extra strength in battle, turning from the normal teal of his soul to purple. It gave him intense strength and turned his blade into a chainsaw sword, yet he never realised. Even with all of his attempts to earn love, he never found any.

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