The Stitchez

General Information

First name: Riley
Age: 17
Date of birth: 28th of June, 2001
Gender: Gender-fluid
Sexuality: All over the place
Relationship status: Single, not ready to mingle

Physical Appearance

Eye color: grey green
Skin color: tan? At least my arms are for some reason
Build of body: Kinda lumpy and pear shaped.
Hair color: dyed reddish brown
Hair style: above shoulder length
Posture: hunched
Typical clothing: I either wear plaid or pajamas. No inbetween. Unless it's school uniform of course
Is seen by others as: An awkwardly quiet person who barely talks and hangs around the outside of the chat area

Personality

Likes: Cats, drawing, writing, roleplaying
Dislikes: the smell of dogs (Don't get me wrong, I like dogs, but their smell is yech, people touching me without some sort of warning (like brushing against me from behind or something), spiders
Fears: spiders, heights, crowds, cranes (the machinery), moths, butterflies and bones breaking (especially teeth)
Personal goals: Improve on my art and complete high school. Also take on an animation course.
General attitude: careless, calm, quiet
Religious values: none
General intelligence: not very smart
General sociability: not very sociable

Health

Illnesses: depression, mild psychosis, social anxiety
Sleeping habits: on and off
Energy level: low
Eating habits: average, if not low
Memory: terrible

Relationships

Parents: Got both, both good
Siblings: younger brother and older sister, both good
Friends: Only a handful, but they're the chosen ones
Best friend(s): 2 real life ones, several online ones.

Others

Occupation: Student
Favourite types of food: sweet
Favourite types of drink: sweet
Hobbies/past times: Drawing, writing, knitting, roleplaying
Guilty pleasures: baths, chocolate, ice cream
Pet peeves: People who don't bathe, people touching me, people with bad vibes
Pets: 2 dogs, 2 birds, a few fish and 3 cats (one of them is a stray that keeps coming to our place so we feed him.
Talents: drawing, writing
Favourite colours: red, blue, black, gold, silver.
Favourite type of music: dark types and Japanese types. Not metal. Ew.

Created By DarlingV

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Yes I know I haven't put the picture of everyone up (As in all of the Stitchez) But I have been working on it. Also, new oc named Princess. She's basically a bratty child with a staff that she uses to make others do her bidding. It doesn't work for some people though.

Oh crab

I never swear in my titles. But here's the actual title of this post.
Oh Crap
So my cat might've broken her leg. Some asshole in the streets might have run her over and sped off elsewhere.

oh shit...

For f*ck sakes!!!

Okay so a couple of hours have gone by since I first started writing this post and now guess what?
We have to put her down.
She's 15 years old. I hope she'll have a good afterlife.

God can things get any worse??

Not okay

This is not okay.
I can't... I just can't.
People keep asking me if I'm okay. And I hate it. Especially today. Just coz I look like I'm about to cry doesn't mean you have to ask me all the time. I am clearly NOT okay.

Rant thing?

I CAN'T BELIEVE MY WEEKEND WAS RUINED.

Okay, y'all know that I was SUPPOSED to go to a con.
Well, that was fucking rescheduled to fucking JULY. That's the month after my birthday!! HOW FAR AWAY?! 5 MONTHS TO BE EXACT!!! Maybe 4, due to it being the 20th. BUT STILL!!! AND DON'T HIT ME WITH THE BETTER LATE THAN NEVER BULL CRAP. THE CON WAS THE THING KEEPING ME BLOODY ALIVE!!!!
Yes, I planned on killing myself, but then the con stopped me from doing so.
SO GUESS WHAT?!?! I'M STILL ALIVE. AND I PLAN ON GOING TO THE HOSPITAL SOON.
Anyone wanna know WHY I had to reschedule?...
Okay, this isn't their fault but the father shouldn't have gotten so drunk.
SO, ON THE WEEKEND THERE WAS A BIT OF A DISPUTE. There was a comedy night at my fathers cricket and I was invited, but I ended up going home early due to being extremely tired. So I saw that a guy named Charlie was getting drunk, as well as his son, David. Then when they went home, my parents ended up taking David home, and when they got there there was shouting and crying in the house. Jamie, Bree and the mother, Frankie, were inside with Charlie. Charlie was drunk and being aggressive toward the girls. He ended up hitting Frankie accidentally. So David tried to go after Charlie for hitting her and threatening the girls. But my parents held him back. So they ended up coming to our house and sleeping over for the night. They spent ALL OF SUNDAY staying at my place. So I couldn't go to the con.
I know it's not their fault but I just REALLY wanted to go...

Guess what I found?!

SCISSORS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO ONE IS GETTING THESE BESIDES MYSELF MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA *coughs aggressively*