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omg, this is gorgeous!! thank you so much!

hello! I have a new oc named Kiko and I'd absolutely adore some art of her if she sparks interest from anyone. she's sort of vampire-lolita themed? I'm not sure how to describe her! other ocs: kyrie is "gamer girl" themed, magick is planet/star themed, and vitur is devil/angel themed oc: Kyrie | oc: Magick | oc: Vitur extra: I love dark/mysterious/yandere/sexy things. feel free to use as much artistic freedom as you like! you can add, remove, or change anything you like. text/watermark: Julia thank you to anyone who's interested! I offer you a song :)

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Wow! She is absolutely stunning, thank you so so much

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new post on pg. 29

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@Lianaet she’s absolutely gorgeous! thank you so much!

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I'm just now seeing this! It's so cute, thank you so much!!

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hi, my name is Julia. I suffer from panic attacks, anxiety, and depression. I've had suicidal thoughts since I was 12 and been suffering panic attacks for as long as I can remember. I've been prescribed medication and took it shortly before it stopped working. my doctor upped my dosage which meant I had to take larger pills. I can't swallow pills unless they are teeny tiny (I've even struggled with tiny birth control pills). because of this, I am off my depression/anxiety meds, but I still have pills I take whenever I have a panic attack. the only person in my family who understands what I'm going through is my dad. he also has depression. he used to be on medication but stopped taking it a few years after I was born. he now self-medicates; usually by drinking or smoking. I've always been a daddy's little girl because even though I wasn't properly diagnosed until I was 16, I always knew something was wrong with me. something was off from me and the rest of my family, and he was the only one who understood what I was going through. I felt a special connection to him because my mother, grandparents, and 4 older siblings can't relate to what I go through. then one day when I was 9 years old, he was diagnosed with lung cancer. this is when my depression started to get terrible, but even when they were able to remove the cancer (which I am so grateful for), my depression never went away. for 7 years he was doing better until he was diagnosed with a terminal lung illness. to this day he still smokes and drinks. I feel alone and betrayed because for the past 4 years he's been distancing himself from his whole family, including me. I get to see him once a year. I wish he would let me come to visit more. it makes me feel alone and like a burden knowing the only person in my family who understands what I'm going through doesn't even want to see me before it's too late. the last time I texted him he told me he'd call me the next day to make plans for a visit. I haven't heard from him yet. it's been over a month. I'm also currently grieving over the loss of my cat. she was the only good thing I had when I moved to this town when my mom got re-married. had to deal with a new stepdad, 2 new siblings, new town, new school, and leave all my friends behind. she was my everything. I felt comfort in her when I couldn't find it anywhere else. tonight will mark the 2 weeks of her being gone. I'm sorry for the life story btw. I just haven't ranted in so long and felt the need to get it off my chest. I hate asking people for help because my anxiety tells me not to because I'll just bring others down/bother people.