Dudu* posted a quote
September 23, 2020 12:22am UTC
i saw the human side of you again after a long time. child-like. innocent. you were always great at drawing. you told me a back story. you laughed as you told me but it was quite sad. "out of all the things i could be good at. my talent was this."
scrappy posted a quote
September 20, 2020 6:30pm UTC
I thought I had worth, but according to literally everyone else... I don’t. All of my boyfriends’ parents hated me and made or wanted them to break up with me. My school teachers expected nothing or the worst from me. My co-workers complain about me in general and me isolating myself, but when I try to connect they push me away. It seems like no matter what I do, I am never enough. What is wrong with me? I would give the shirt off my back for someone. I would be there for them no matter what. I would support them, even if their opinions and decisions didn’t match mine. I would fight for them, and stick up for them. I would genuinely care about their thoughts and feelings. I would do damn near anything for them; for a good friend. But I’d never get any of that back. I never have. Like everyone has apparently been trying to tell me my entire life, I just have no worth. I am disposable. I am a burden and weirdo. Why am I here ? Why was I given life when I have no one who cares enough to share it with ? What’s the point ?
Dudu* posted a quote
September 16, 2020 6:21am UTC
i see lightening bolts whenever you speak, but i'll tell myself that's how spring clouds are meant to be. i always wanted a reason to like spring. i'll paint you in all the pink shades you like. in this sunlight, my tinted window acts as a mirror. there's a sparrow that visits me this time of year. he doesn't know he's fighting with his own reflection. when i'm in a bad mood, the tapping could drive me crazy. other times though, i want to believe he's checking in on me. As if God has sent a little sparrow to me. A cute, stupid sparrow that knows enough morse code to tell me; "hang in there".
Never leaving Witty again! I am glad to be back and see people on here. I made my witty in a point in my life where I wanted to escape reality as a 7th grader, now I am a sophmore in college and that broken girl is thankful she had somewhere to go when there was no where to go. If any of you have TikTok, I beg you to make videos about Witty and try reviving this app and getting more people on here! That is what I plan to do! (:
I've had an account on this website for a little over 9 years now. It's weird to think that the dominant culture of the Internet now were preschoolers and elementary school kids while I was spending hours coding, reading stories, chatting with friends, and expressing my teenage angst on this site. I don't even know if younger teens today would even be interested in a site like this. Either way, this site has deeply impacted me in ways I didn't even realize until recently. If I had never gotten into Witty, I'd probably never be interested in code and think it was too complicated (and it can be complicated -- but the products of coding can be very rewarding). I'm at a bit of a crossroads about my career path right now, and thinking about the time I spent on Witty and Tumblr coding has me thinking about getting back into it. And even more so, if I had never started using Witty, I would have never discovered how much I love writing and creating stories. I liked it even before I joined Witty, but reading some of the stories on here (that seem so cheesy and cliche now) sparked so much joy and imagination in me that I began creating worlds on paper so vibrant and vivid as if they were real. My biggest dream and goal in life is to become a fiction author and turn those books into films. I hope to make a living off of just that someday, but for now, I'm just trying to find a plan B. So much has changed over nine years, but so much is still the same. I guess I expected more to be different. I guess I expected life to make more sense and to get easier; it didn't. In many ways I'm proud of how far I come, and in some ways, I kind of expected myself to be further than I am. I don't know if 13-year-old me would be proud of me, but I think she'd be surprised that I was able to make it past 18. I think she'd be disappointed that I don't have a solution for who I am, but at least I have an answer. Going 22 years without knowing that I'm neurodivergent has taken a huge toll on me and robbed me of so much of my youth and so many opportunities. Logging on and reading old quotes unlocks emotions I didn't know I still felt and hurt I didn't know I still harbored. I don't know how many of you will, but I'll certainly remember this site in another 9 years. If this planet lasts that long, I'll certainly log back in and update you all on whether or not I managed to find a hack for my oddly-wired brain. I hope I can make bigger and more meaningful changes in my life during this next decade minus 1 year. Peace!