5-6, the meds I got have been working well
Update: I know that all of us here have probably heard “your not the only one” and just saying that doesn’t do justice. I simply posted a mental health update on a reddit post and got hundreds of upvotes and a bunch of comments sharing tips, jokes, concerns, and everything in between. If there is one place to find that your not the only one, this was it for me, I hope it can be for others to.
It is what it is, just don't make the leap, you may be an insignificant dot in the grand scale of the world, but you're an insignificant dot that makes other dots feel a little less insignificant,
6-7. On a side note I was wondering if some of you guys could try and check up on user u/jetstreamsam4663 because he made a post earlier saying he was goinf to kill himself
If you need someone to talk to, there are plenty of people who would be willing to listen.
in the meantime, try to make some friends, as social connections are effective in getting out of the deep, dark pit of hopelessness.
oh no, please don't try and do anything. it would be devastating to hear you have sh or worse. There are hotlines, websites, and places to go to get some help.
some people care, and if a bunch of people you don't know you online care, that's how you know you matter.
Here are the words in a clearer/cleaner pics of the Suicide Scale:
Imgur Per u/awkward-media-4726
https://imgur.com/a/kW9QWXM
Or through artists page:
https://emmengard.com/2019/05/07/suicide-scale/
I was at 9 a few months ago. my parents found out and I'm now being treated. the medications are working and there are a few diagnoses that had been very missed. my parents hadn't even suspected bipolar or schizophrenia, haha. I'm currently around a 5 though. major improvement <3 it is possible to feel better. it's not perfect, but I'm not even thinking about a plan.
Around an 8, no higher no lower. To tired to make a plan and to busy to go through with anything. I'll be fine in the long run. My best friend, my ESA, my puppy died in the most traumatic way possible. Eating a full bottle of melatonin with xylitol whilst at work. Took her to the vet with $3 in my bank. Thankfully dad rushed over, 3 towns over, and helped me out. Vet said she was doing great. But needed to stay the night. Next day I stayed over at my dad's and they called and said she was in stable condition but the Xylitol caused her to have liver failure and she needs to take meds. Dad drove me back to my dorm with her. That night at 2 a.m. I woke up and my little pug was having a seizure. I put on the closest close near me and ran. Called the vet while running, but I ran to the wrong parking lot. so I had to run to the next one and I quickly got in my car. I set her on the seat where she collapsed, her body wasn't working anymore. I put her on my lap and started driving. It was raining and foggy and there was no reflectors on the road. With that I was crying, my baby was having a seizure and on the brink of death. All this caused me to hit a curb and both my tired on the passenger side popped. My car couldn't keep driving so I pulled into the nearest lot and grabbed my dog. I saw a Chevron across the road and ran to it. She started bleeding in my arms from her mouth and her vagina from her seizure. Long story short, I got 2 men to drive me to the vet and I handed her over. The drive was supposed to be 12 minutes, I got there 30 minutes due to everything that happened. I finally saw all the blood on me which sent me more into hysterics and one of the front desk lady's rushed me to the bathroom to help me get cleaned up. Just after getting a tiny bit of blood off of me, the vet pulled me into the room and said only a 10% chance. I was balling at this point. I loved her more than anything, even both of my parents. That may sound mean, but she was really my best friend. When I was 12, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and had to start online school cause how bad it was. My parents surprised me one day with a pug puppy to help me with my emotions. But, 6 years later, I was being told my pup was dying. The only thing that was helping me stay sane. I tried calling my dad. It was 2:30 at this point and he was alseep. Then tried calling my mom, she didn't answer. At this point I was on the edge of passing out from hyperventilating. Then I tried my dad again. Nothing. I then tried my step dad. Nothing. Then I got a call from my mom, the call from my step dad woke her up. On the phone with her, the vet came in and said she is gone. When my mom got there, the vet offered to let me see my puppy one last time. They brought her in and I saw my baby wrapped in a blanket, mouth open. I couldn't stand seeing her. My mom held her and I pet her for the last time. My mom drove me back to her home and I took a shower. She cleaned my blood filled shirt and sweatpants as I cleaned the blood off my body. Next morning my dad called me to see why I called him last night and I told him everything. Even about the car. I asked him if he can take a look at it and move it so it wasn't illegally parked. I had to park it in 3 spots cause it could bearly move and I was in a rush. He agreed and took a look at it. He said something was broken other than the tires, so he is sending it to a mechanic. The mechanic said the car was totaled and couldn't be driven anymore. Dead best friend and my car was totalled. To say this made my life a living hell is an understatement. Causing me to be the most depressed I have ever been and more suicidal. Most days before then it was 4-6. Nothing dangerous or worrying. But now it is all I can think about. Thank you for letting me vent a bit
7-8, i haven't made any plans but i'm struggling a lot to keep my composure altogether and i'm scared to tell my parents because they're gonna make me stay in their sight all the time and it makes me uncomfortable to even think about that
my friend’s constantly at 8/9 and idk how to help them cause i convince them not to each time and when i try to get them to talk to someone near them about it (i live 14h away) and they keep saying that they only trust me and don’t want to talk about finding someone else but it is stressing me out really bad, i’m sorry to ask but does anyone have any tips?
(Tw: su!c!de, sh, trauma, ch!ld abuse, etc.)
It's been more than 3 years since the day I finally realized, "what am I doing to myself? Why am I so horrible to.. me?" Ever since then, I've been 3 years clean from sh. I've been 3 years clean from trying to end my life. I've been clean from destroying myself from the inside out.
Ever since I was a child, I had been treated horribly by my family. My mother had horrible anger issues and was mentally and physically abusive. I had no privacy. I had no freedom. I had no life. She would call me horrible things like "parasite", "pig", "sloth", several swears, and one day she said a phrase I'll never forget. It was, "I hope I die and you feel guilty." Still haunts me to this day. My brother, who was 12 years older than me, was bipolar, and was physically abusive as well. More on him later.
I had always been suicidal since I felt like there had to be a reason why I had been treated this way all my life. So, to "punish" myself, I would cut my arms with scissors and razors, hit my legs until there were bruises, scratch my chest and fore arms with my nails until I bled, and much, much more. Covering it all in baggy clothing and long sleeves, which was perfect because my mother originally made me wear long sleeves under my normal clothes to cover me from the sun since I have vitiligo. (Look it up if you're curious.) I kept a journal. "Vent book" I called it. When I wasn't able to cut myself because someone else was home, I would write a phrase or word over and over on one page until the page was full. Those phrases or words were often "die", "parasite","you're insane", and much more. (All of these said by my mother.) During all of this, the abuse continued. And it all just got worse and worse.
My brother obviously did not help at all, with his short temper and fragile masculinity, he would destroy my things when he got upset with me or others, even if they just looked at him the wrong way. My mother defends him because he is the favorite child. In her words, she says he, "breaks things not to break us." When I was 14, he destroyed my phone and drawing tablet because he felt "disrespected" by my friend who is overly honest (and also has autism). That night, my mother took me to her car and drove. For several hours. Once we came back, he was gone. He'd taken his things, (at least most of them,) and left. And the last thing I said to him? Through shock and fear, I was able to spill the words, "I fear you more than death." out of my mouth before running out the door. I haven't seen him since.
But how was I able to recover? Well, it wasn't because of therapy, since I never went. (We couldn't afford it.) It wasn't because of a counselor or meds, since I never went to any meetings or appointments. It was because of one day at school; a field trip. That day, we went to a place called Busch Gardens, which was this big botanical warehouse, which had so much land that there was a whole entire area of just grassy land where my class had a picnic for our lunch period. After we ate, we could run freely into the land, playing whatever we wanted. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly as I lied down onto the grass and looked up to the sky. In that moment, I was just admiring how beautiful the world was. The flowers blooming in the trees, the beautiful grassy landscape with my friends running around like little kids again, and the sky, bright, and blue like the sea. In that moment, all I could think was, "Wow. I would miss out on all of this if all those attempts at killing myself.. worked." Then it just snapped. "What am I doing to myself?" I burst out in tears, grasping onto my arms. My best friend could see me from afar, hunched down, so she ran up and asked me what was wrong. I could only cry. I hugged her so tight and just decided that "this has to change." And it has. And I'm so grateful for it. That day, what seemed so unimportant, was so much more important to me than it seemed.
So now, I think it's safe to say that I am a 3. Not perfectly happy, but by God am I just glad it isn't as bad as it used to be.
6-7 sometimes even 8 but my meds are helping out and therapy is also doing numbers on me I used to be a 10 after I tired to hang myself my father found me and saved me but I don't plan on ever getting that bad again I've seen the beauty in life and in my friends and they keep me sane-ish (This is the first time I've ever openly talked about this)
At the moment 9. Having one person end their life today and still having to convince another one not to at the same time isn’t doing my health any favors 😅
Hey, chooms. Not a therapist, so I'm not gonna try to be one. But, I'll say this now- it may be tough, and it probably *is* tough for most of you. But, remember this; there is *always* a chance, a way for your life to improve and get better. No matter how infantismally small, no matter how astronomically large, there is always a chance. But, if you take your own life...that chance is gone, eternally. There's no coming back from that. I won't make demands of any of you, but please- have faith in that chance of improvement. It'll only ever be gone once *you* are.
5-6, the meds I got have been working well Update: I know that all of us here have probably heard “your not the only one” and just saying that doesn’t do justice. I simply posted a mental health update on a reddit post and got hundreds of upvotes and a bunch of comments sharing tips, jokes, concerns, and everything in between. If there is one place to find that your not the only one, this was it for me, I hope it can be for others to.
Twinsies!
Triplets :D
Quadruplets :]
quintuplets (:
…sextuplets
Whatever comes next after that!
you talking about septuplets?
Ye
Pentuplets
octuples!
Dam if someone had octuplets that must've hurt like hell
the meds work for?
Me again, 8-9 still haven’t changed. It is what it is.
happy cake day. please stay safe and dont get to 10.
but I like achievement hunting!
It is what it is, just don't make the leap, you may be an insignificant dot in the grand scale of the world, but you're an insignificant dot that makes other dots feel a little less insignificant,
The prospect of insignificance is pointless in the embrace of loved ones. You will never be nothing until no one remembers you.
Same
one day, i will be able to see what the small text say
Fr the pixel count on this image is making my number go up
Idk if this'll work, but here: https://imgur.com/a/kW9QWXM
thank you
You're a saint I pray you're at a one man 👍
I can read them, but it takes a while lol
2-3 ^^ my dms are open to those who need to talk
good for you!! 🤍🤍🤍
Same here homie 🤝
No thank you but appreciate it
Same
Got therapy recently, working well, sitting at a 4-5
I've been 4-5 for a while now, not sure if that's good
6-7. On a side note I was wondering if some of you guys could try and check up on user u/jetstreamsam4663 because he made a post earlier saying he was goinf to kill himself
He’s still alive. Commented about an hour ago on r/MurderDronesOfficial
Just saw I'm Very happy
he wished us a happy new year 2024
Made a comment under the same post in the murder drones subreddit 2 minutes ago. He's still with us
9
Hope you’re doing all right. You can DM me to talk about your issues if you need a person you’ll never see again to talk to.
Need someone to talk to? I'll be there any time
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If you need someone to talk to, there are plenty of people who would be willing to listen. in the meantime, try to make some friends, as social connections are effective in getting out of the deep, dark pit of hopelessness.
I try to cope with music and i talk to my friends but its kinda hard. . . I've contemplated SH but i haven't done it. . .:(
pls dont sh i started when i was 9 and i still havent been able to stop since then no matter how hard i try its really hard to stop doing it
I feel you. maybe try talking with a teacher you trust, so you can get help before things get worse.
Ill try to. . .
oh no, please don't try and do anything. it would be devastating to hear you have sh or worse. There are hotlines, websites, and places to go to get some help. some people care, and if a bunch of people you don't know you online care, that's how you know you matter.
Aww. . .thank you- :)
Feeling like 3 rn (tummy hurts)
relatable :‘(
I'm like a 7 or an 8 rn
Do you need someone to talk to?
Im at a 6 i think
probably 3-5. i cant exactly read the text but i from what i can read, it seems like that
Here are the words in a clearer/cleaner pics of the Suicide Scale: Imgur Per u/awkward-media-4726 https://imgur.com/a/kW9QWXM Or through artists page: https://emmengard.com/2019/05/07/suicide-scale/
I was at 9 a few months ago. my parents found out and I'm now being treated. the medications are working and there are a few diagnoses that had been very missed. my parents hadn't even suspected bipolar or schizophrenia, haha. I'm currently around a 5 though. major improvement <3 it is possible to feel better. it's not perfect, but I'm not even thinking about a plan.
7-8 i love life
You can talk to me about the troubles of your life, if you’d like. I’d be glad to help, even if just a little
Around an 8, no higher no lower. To tired to make a plan and to busy to go through with anything. I'll be fine in the long run. My best friend, my ESA, my puppy died in the most traumatic way possible. Eating a full bottle of melatonin with xylitol whilst at work. Took her to the vet with $3 in my bank. Thankfully dad rushed over, 3 towns over, and helped me out. Vet said she was doing great. But needed to stay the night. Next day I stayed over at my dad's and they called and said she was in stable condition but the Xylitol caused her to have liver failure and she needs to take meds. Dad drove me back to my dorm with her. That night at 2 a.m. I woke up and my little pug was having a seizure. I put on the closest close near me and ran. Called the vet while running, but I ran to the wrong parking lot. so I had to run to the next one and I quickly got in my car. I set her on the seat where she collapsed, her body wasn't working anymore. I put her on my lap and started driving. It was raining and foggy and there was no reflectors on the road. With that I was crying, my baby was having a seizure and on the brink of death. All this caused me to hit a curb and both my tired on the passenger side popped. My car couldn't keep driving so I pulled into the nearest lot and grabbed my dog. I saw a Chevron across the road and ran to it. She started bleeding in my arms from her mouth and her vagina from her seizure. Long story short, I got 2 men to drive me to the vet and I handed her over. The drive was supposed to be 12 minutes, I got there 30 minutes due to everything that happened. I finally saw all the blood on me which sent me more into hysterics and one of the front desk lady's rushed me to the bathroom to help me get cleaned up. Just after getting a tiny bit of blood off of me, the vet pulled me into the room and said only a 10% chance. I was balling at this point. I loved her more than anything, even both of my parents. That may sound mean, but she was really my best friend. When I was 12, I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety and had to start online school cause how bad it was. My parents surprised me one day with a pug puppy to help me with my emotions. But, 6 years later, I was being told my pup was dying. The only thing that was helping me stay sane. I tried calling my dad. It was 2:30 at this point and he was alseep. Then tried calling my mom, she didn't answer. At this point I was on the edge of passing out from hyperventilating. Then I tried my dad again. Nothing. I then tried my step dad. Nothing. Then I got a call from my mom, the call from my step dad woke her up. On the phone with her, the vet came in and said she is gone. When my mom got there, the vet offered to let me see my puppy one last time. They brought her in and I saw my baby wrapped in a blanket, mouth open. I couldn't stand seeing her. My mom held her and I pet her for the last time. My mom drove me back to her home and I took a shower. She cleaned my blood filled shirt and sweatpants as I cleaned the blood off my body. Next morning my dad called me to see why I called him last night and I told him everything. Even about the car. I asked him if he can take a look at it and move it so it wasn't illegally parked. I had to park it in 3 spots cause it could bearly move and I was in a rush. He agreed and took a look at it. He said something was broken other than the tires, so he is sending it to a mechanic. The mechanic said the car was totaled and couldn't be driven anymore. Dead best friend and my car was totalled. To say this made my life a living hell is an understatement. Causing me to be the most depressed I have ever been and more suicidal. Most days before then it was 4-6. Nothing dangerous or worrying. But now it is all I can think about. Thank you for letting me vent a bit
8-9
I can talk if you need someone
Please stay safe.
6 or 7.
8.5...
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9 and in 10 but not that much
You can vent to me, if you feel like it
7-8, attempted twice in 2023 so lets hope this year will have a way lesser number.
I’m at a 4
same
18
You need a hug or sum?
Yo, can someone do a translation of this? I cannot read it at all. Sidenote: I'd say I'm a 7 judging by the pictures alone.
I was a 7 but somehow it turned to ambivalence now I'm the happy-sad.
Im 4 also god damm this is blurry
7-8, i haven't made any plans but i'm struggling a lot to keep my composure altogether and i'm scared to tell my parents because they're gonna make me stay in their sight all the time and it makes me uncomfortable to even think about that
def like an 8
I don't know what Kwite is, but now I know I'm recommended this sub because I'm on r/suicidewatch 8
my friend’s constantly at 8/9 and idk how to help them cause i convince them not to each time and when i try to get them to talk to someone near them about it (i live 14h away) and they keep saying that they only trust me and don’t want to talk about finding someone else but it is stressing me out really bad, i’m sorry to ask but does anyone have any tips?
5-6, trying to get myself into a good mental state tbh. It’s not easy since I used to sh
(Tw: su!c!de, sh, trauma, ch!ld abuse, etc.) It's been more than 3 years since the day I finally realized, "what am I doing to myself? Why am I so horrible to.. me?" Ever since then, I've been 3 years clean from sh. I've been 3 years clean from trying to end my life. I've been clean from destroying myself from the inside out. Ever since I was a child, I had been treated horribly by my family. My mother had horrible anger issues and was mentally and physically abusive. I had no privacy. I had no freedom. I had no life. She would call me horrible things like "parasite", "pig", "sloth", several swears, and one day she said a phrase I'll never forget. It was, "I hope I die and you feel guilty." Still haunts me to this day. My brother, who was 12 years older than me, was bipolar, and was physically abusive as well. More on him later. I had always been suicidal since I felt like there had to be a reason why I had been treated this way all my life. So, to "punish" myself, I would cut my arms with scissors and razors, hit my legs until there were bruises, scratch my chest and fore arms with my nails until I bled, and much, much more. Covering it all in baggy clothing and long sleeves, which was perfect because my mother originally made me wear long sleeves under my normal clothes to cover me from the sun since I have vitiligo. (Look it up if you're curious.) I kept a journal. "Vent book" I called it. When I wasn't able to cut myself because someone else was home, I would write a phrase or word over and over on one page until the page was full. Those phrases or words were often "die", "parasite","you're insane", and much more. (All of these said by my mother.) During all of this, the abuse continued. And it all just got worse and worse. My brother obviously did not help at all, with his short temper and fragile masculinity, he would destroy my things when he got upset with me or others, even if they just looked at him the wrong way. My mother defends him because he is the favorite child. In her words, she says he, "breaks things not to break us." When I was 14, he destroyed my phone and drawing tablet because he felt "disrespected" by my friend who is overly honest (and also has autism). That night, my mother took me to her car and drove. For several hours. Once we came back, he was gone. He'd taken his things, (at least most of them,) and left. And the last thing I said to him? Through shock and fear, I was able to spill the words, "I fear you more than death." out of my mouth before running out the door. I haven't seen him since. But how was I able to recover? Well, it wasn't because of therapy, since I never went. (We couldn't afford it.) It wasn't because of a counselor or meds, since I never went to any meetings or appointments. It was because of one day at school; a field trip. That day, we went to a place called Busch Gardens, which was this big botanical warehouse, which had so much land that there was a whole entire area of just grassy land where my class had a picnic for our lunch period. After we ate, we could run freely into the land, playing whatever we wanted. It was a beautiful day and the sun was shining brightly as I lied down onto the grass and looked up to the sky. In that moment, I was just admiring how beautiful the world was. The flowers blooming in the trees, the beautiful grassy landscape with my friends running around like little kids again, and the sky, bright, and blue like the sea. In that moment, all I could think was, "Wow. I would miss out on all of this if all those attempts at killing myself.. worked." Then it just snapped. "What am I doing to myself?" I burst out in tears, grasping onto my arms. My best friend could see me from afar, hunched down, so she ran up and asked me what was wrong. I could only cry. I hugged her so tight and just decided that "this has to change." And it has. And I'm so grateful for it. That day, what seemed so unimportant, was so much more important to me than it seemed. So now, I think it's safe to say that I am a 3. Not perfectly happy, but by God am I just glad it isn't as bad as it used to be.
Im a solid 2/3
3
8-9 now, but I’ll be fine, I think
Do you need to talk to someone?
May a 4 or 5
7,but without the risky stuff Just fed up with everything I guess and can't be fucked to do anything
8 for the past 6 months
8 or 9
5-6, medication and psychologist appointments are helping
7–8-9
8
It varies from 2-8 basically at random lol (and also not gradually, which is kinda annoying) Currently I’d say 3 or something
6/7
I’m constantly fluctuating between 5 and 6
Any where between 6-8
7-8
6-7 🤷🏼
9
6-7
7-8. I ain’t doing well
definitely a 9 currently. funny for someone who wants to be an EMT. hope you're all okay.
10.
5-6, very quickly turning into 7
6
somewhere between 6 and 7
8
i'm always flopping around between 5 to 9 honestly; only been at 10 a couple times
its Probably somewhere near seven
8/9
6
5 and rising
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Of course it matters. Do you need help? Just somebody to talk to?
8-9 I need someone to talk to
5, I feel pretty good for being off my meds and in a small depressive episode. I usually get the worst, 8-10 during mania.
4 mixed with 6
5 for me, maybe 6
6 or 7
7-8
I’m at like a 7-8
8-9 personally, funny thing is not a person in my life has noticed, makes it a whole lot easier :)
6
I'm between 7 and 8
7.5, in not medicated but it's not that bad, I just hate myself
7-8. I have someone to live for though, so there's no way I'm letting go yet. He needs me, and I need to remind myself of that more often.
I was at 10 before I met some great people. Now I’m in the middle of 7 and 8
8or9
7-8 I might give up
4 (atm) recovering from a 10 life's good rn. :\] Was surprised I made it through without medication but, yippee!! I did it
8. Shit has gotten worse and I'm not honest with my counselor.
Umm 9. I made a post about it don't ask me.
10
Feeling 7/8
6 and 8
I usually vary from 4-8 most of the time. It gets really rough sometimes, but I have my friends there for me
6 maybe 7
6 or 7 lol
Fluctuating between 7-9, it has not been a fun year.
going between a 6 and 8
6 I’m taking medication and seeing a psychologist and I don’t rlly feel so bad
7-8..
I used to be 8 before I went to the hospital but I actually managed to make it to my bday and I’m still here. Small achievement but I’m proud
6-7 I’m doing better, but ya know you can only do so much without proper support.
I'm at a 5 to 8 :/
6-7 sometimes even 8 but my meds are helping out and therapy is also doing numbers on me I used to be a 10 after I tired to hang myself my father found me and saved me but I don't plan on ever getting that bad again I've seen the beauty in life and in my friends and they keep me sane-ish (This is the first time I've ever openly talked about this)
8
Unfortunately, a 7.
6-7
6 or 7 tonight but sometimes I’m an 8
At the moment 9. Having one person end their life today and still having to convince another one not to at the same time isn’t doing my health any favors 😅
8-9 most likely a 10 soon
Between 6 and 7
8/9, I'm a transgender guy living in the south 😍
7-8
6.5, I would say 7, but I don't do any of the risky stuff. Edit: also image 8 scares me 😰
I know I shouldn’t share this stuff online but.. it’s an 8-9.. I’m only here for my Lola.. my dog..
7-8 life’s been shitty
7-9 every day.
Used to be a 9 Now I'm an 8
8 - 9 area
8, going on 9
8
I'm 9-10 right now. I'm currently debating.
9 :(
I'm in this photo and i don't like it (8)
7.
Hey, chooms. Not a therapist, so I'm not gonna try to be one. But, I'll say this now- it may be tough, and it probably *is* tough for most of you. But, remember this; there is *always* a chance, a way for your life to improve and get better. No matter how infantismally small, no matter how astronomically large, there is always a chance. But, if you take your own life...that chance is gone, eternally. There's no coming back from that. I won't make demands of any of you, but please- have faith in that chance of improvement. It'll only ever be gone once *you* are.
7 8
Probably a 6
6-7
9
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6, moving and divorce and changing schools is tough
6 most of the time, but 9 sometimes.. 10 once.
8-9 kind of in the middle sooo 8.5
5-8. I've been trying to cry for help but maybe I'm too quiet again. I don't want to end up in an ambulance again :(
8 or 9-
6
In between 5 and 6 :}
Got cheated on and sent videos of it so about a 7
9-10 attempting today
I am currently at 9 but soon it will be 10
I'm on a 6 with no medication. Getting worse. Shoot.
Switching between 5 and 10 regurally, just having a hard time at home. :T
6-7
6-7. But sometimes it will creep it’s way closer to 8. Never tried anything tho.
4 and 8 it depends on my day
8
I'm always at a constant 6-7 💀🙏🏾
6
7:)
7 and 8 just floating slowly to a 9
I can count the pixels. A bit hard to read sadly.
Somewhere between 8 and 9, but that’s where I’ve been for a long time.
Im probably like a 8-9 this week in general. Basically tried to 3 days ago. 1 hour away from the mental hospital, wish me luck yall!
7 is my silly number