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# Welcome to my profile!

Hello! im blue wolfie7, i would perfer being called wolfie though, my pronounsa are They/them, please STOP using she/her and he/him, its been getting annoying and its making me uncomfortable, code requests are currently closed to please dont message me about it

# About me

So..in 2006 in tokyo i was born in the hospital, the only thing i can remember about that was getting earings..TwT

After getting home i would usually sleep alot as a young child, eventually i learned to speak (not english obviously) and i walked my first steps on the carpet that has now been replaced sadly, once i got older i started going to preschool and i got some new friends..and bullies, at one point i gut hurt really bad on the face with claw marks but i ended okay once the night passed, when i turned 4 i had an accident with the chocolate volcano (burned my mouth) nothing too bad but im pretty sure ill never forget that pain..TwT

When i turned 6 it was the biggest moving day of my life when i moved to america (2013, april 16) moving was hard since i lost alot of friends but once we settled i got used to living in my new house, i moved through school with not many problems, i did break my leg at one point though, in middle school i made alot of new friends, thats the time when i decided to come out to my best friend, i really liked her and i guess she liked me too so now were in a so far succesful relationship! (lesbiannnnnn) ive now finally moved into highschool and no events have really happened since then!

If your wondering when i got depression it was back in 2015 and im in 9th grade

# My pronouns (PLEASE READ)

plese STOP calling me she/her and he/him my pronouns are They/Them and are ntohing else, im getting annoyed being called she/her and he/him over and over again after saying almost 500 times not that im they/them

# My scariest expeiriences

these are some scary stories that actually happened, they both take place in different countries

Story 1: I got a new doll one day for my birthday when i still lived in tokyo , i put her in my room and she sat there , i played with her and i watched TV with her. When it was time for bed i got all snug , and i went to bed , i woke up at 12 AM to get water at my dolls arm was in a different position. I didnt care really so i went back to bed , i woke up at 3 AM when i heard something fall , it was the doll , i picked her up , only to see that her eyes turned red , after that i gave her away and i never saw her ever again. THE END.

Story 2: This takes place after i moved. I was sitting in my room and i was chatting on a discord server (im not telling u what it is) And i heard a noise , i brought my phone with me so that i could stay on discord , i walked downstairs and into the living room , and i saw something move , i didnt know WHAT , but i told the people on discord , "SOMEONES IN MY HOUSE" After i heard another noise i went downstairs again And i saw a figure immediatley left the room. I was scared and i hid in my parents room (as always) i didnt move and i kept chatting on discord. my mom got home and asked me why i wasnt eating my lunch , and i told her i saw a ghost. But she said it was just my imagination. and after that, there were no more noises. THE END.

# A short sorta story

❤I bet 99% of you won't, but if you are that 1% with time and a heart, then show it️️. ❤ A story Please read-true story (This did not happen to me, I copy/pasted it.) I was walking around in a Target store when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back. The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, 'I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.' Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money? The old lady replied: You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear. Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. 'It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her.' I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. 'No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there.' His eyes were so sad while saying this. 'My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister. My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said: 'I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall.' Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me 'I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me.' 'I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister.' Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. 'Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?' 'OK,' he said, 'I hope I do have enough.' I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said: 'Thank you God for giving me enough money!' Then he looked at me and added, 'I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! 'I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. 'My mommy loves white roses.' A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine. And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him. Now you have 2 choices: 1) Re-post this message, or 2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

# The end

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