Regrets or nah?

I was really into a wolf-turned-jackal.
I though he was cute and I wanted to fuck.
It seemed like he was on the same page as I was.
Someone else was into him too and I ended up in this weird triangle situation.
It ended up turning into this big mess where I ended up being the villain.
For a long time,
I regretted even being interested.
I blamed myself because others were blaming me.
I’ve come to conclusion that I wasn’t wrong for my feelings.
Everyone involved wasn’t wrong for how they felt.
He was interested in me and another couldn’t figure it out.
That doesn’t sound like a “me” problem.
I should be more mad because I wanted to fuck and that got ruined.

I wrote an entry last year.
It involved someone who I knew much about prior.
I’m sent in stories that appear to be juicy and I like sharing with The Foxhole.
I posted the story without even giving much thought.
It was an entry that you had to have access to see so it wouldn’t be on Google.
It created such a mess and it STILL has someone feeling upset.
I blamed myself because I questioned whether I should have posted the story.
I’ve come to the conclusion that folks have misdirected anger towards me.

regrets.
we all have them.
there are things we have done that we look back and shake our heads.
i’ve learned something about another aspect of having regrets tho…

Q: Do you struggle with showing yourself compassion? How does showing yourself compassion make you feel?

A: I have struggling showing myself compassion in the past due to feeling like I do things wrong. Showing myself compassion was difficult because I was taught that I was a “bad kid” who should know better. I didn’t know what showing myself compassion looked like.

Foxhole,
over the years,
i briefly taken you deep inside my dark side where my shadow resides.
insecurity,
jealously,
hurt,
anger,
and trauma reside.

we all have a dark side within us where our shadows live.
our shadows are the things we keep hidden from the light.
many of us choose to be honest or lie in fear of judgment.
it’s like the attentionistos who are always positive is actually jackals bts.

We all have a shadow side that we shine light away from anyone really knowing us.
They find out who we are once they get to know us and our masks start slipping off.

as you know,
i’m big on mental health stuff.
i think many of us could find value in shadow work.
what is shadow work?
in a nutshell…

Let’s font that this Person A has a stalker.

they have been keeping their whereabouts under wraps.
let’s font they said something online against:

Trump
Nicki
Megan
The Pope
Whoever

person b (along with c, d, e, f, and g) saw it and didn’t like it.
so person b decided to dox person a and put their whole address online.
the other alphabets are cheering on.
doxxing means putting someone’s personal information on the internet.
person a’s stalker sees all of this information and goes to their crib.

Person A ends up getting brutally murdered.

person b thinks no one will catch them because they are on a burner.
their default picture is a zebra so they think they are in the clear.

Babes.
I’m about to drop the bomb on your lap…

Eee-Yikes.

i love when i see this she-jackal doing the most.
( x see another the most moment from her here )
i remember every single @ i saw being idiots.
everyone was hoping that baby would change chrisean rock.
they hoped and wished when she left blueface,
she would be magically cured of all her troubles.

welp.
she was walking around the entire pandemic without a front tooth.
why would anyone assume otherwise from her?
so i’m gonna font this with my whole chest…

This is the face of someone who will find love again.
He just has to heal from this current hurt.

i was sent in a video that made me sad.
it was from @dougiedougdouglas and his story is pretty brutal.
it’s a story we all have or may experience regardless of looks,
wealth,
or IG clout…

Everything wrong with us started with those who raised us.

oftentimes,
many of us don’t listen to that little voice inside.
we never learned to trust that voice.
in fact,
that was beaten out of us for being “asking too much questions“.
when we were young,
we were blank slates full of curiosity.
many of us knew right from wrong but we were punished for it.

We knew our fathers were cheating when we went to “that lady’s house”
We knew our mothers were doing drugs when she would “take her medicine”
We knew our uncle/aunt was weird when they kept touching us “because we were so handsome”

when we found our voice to say something,
more than likely,
it was shot down and was used against us by the entire family or school.
you know how it goes when we are outnumbered.
i want you to know something…