parker

hello! it’s been a while... and by a while, i guess i mean two years. just want to let you all know i’m alive and give a quick update. i’m going to be 18 in 2 days. i am a completely different person than i was when i started this account in the best possible way. i am happy, healthy, confident, and adult life is looking good. I want to say that this account will probably never become active again, or at least on the level it used to be, but i am so grateful to everyone on this app for everything. thank you for supporting me and being friends when i needed that. thank you for helping me become the person i am today. i mostly cringe looking back on this account, but the one thing i will never be ashamed of is the friendships i formed here. i love you all, but i’m growing up now and it’s time to leave some things behind. i might pop in to say hi again every few years. goodbye ❤️

Hey you alive just checking 

Hello, I’m alive.
          Today my math teacher told me there’s a mattress in the boiler room he alternates sleeping on with all the  other teachers in the school. He also said they sleep in the lockers when they don’t get the mattress.

Surprise, I’m alive

My math teacher spends more time making fun of kids than doing math 

If I ever somehow acquire a child, I would like a stuffed animal with a mic, listening device, and remote controlled features. Not because I’m invasive, I don’t be care what the kid does tbh. It’s just, when my 6-year-old starts thinking their toys can talk and whispers commands like, “if you’re alive, sing Happy Birthday,” I want to do it.
          
          This is why I’m never having kids, I’m well aware I would do them more harm than good.

Sometimes I wonder how I made it through almost my entire childhood without someone noticing there was something off about me.
          
          Like, no, normal kids don’t typically show up to school some random day and give their teacher a clock, they don’t put on plays and recruit their whole third grade class as an end-of-year 3rd grade project but never actually finish the script and end up doing the whole thing improv, and they most certainly don’t have search parties sent out for them because they got too sucked into a book during recess, they most certainly don’t write an entire essay on world records in relation to chickens as a birthday present for their favorite teacher (the teacher hated chickens, I was devastated upon learning this and actually cried, I was 12.)
          
          I’m assuming, I don’t really know how a normal children functions.
          
          THERE WERE SIGNS.

Parkerrrrrrrrrrrr
          (It's Artemis)

Parkerrr

Parker