So uhm does no one remember me :')

Woah guys im alive im going fucking crazyyyy thooo

And its even crazier that people forgot i exist on here so lwk no ones gonna see my posts but whatever-

Like i get how desperate it can feel, but not even breaking up with me first is crazy works lmao XD

DUDE ITS SO FUNNY SEEING HOW ONE OF MY EXES IMMEDIATELY STARTED TALKING TO ANOTHER DUDE LIKE NOT EVEN A BIT AFTER I "QUIT" HAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Hey guys. Magma got blocked. This is the last post ever that I will be able to post. Ily guys.

Gn guys! School tmr for me..........WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Don't Hug Me I'm Scared (DHMIS) is a surreal British puppet web series parodying children's educational shows, featuring three fuzzy puppets (Yellow Guy, Red Guy, Duck) who learn about life, but lessons turn grotesque and terrifying, exploring themes of creativity, time, love, and media manipulation with disturbing imagery and psychological horror. Created by Becky Sloan and Joe Pelling, it uses catchy songs and bright puppets to deliver dark, unsettling messages about brainwashing, conformity, and the overwhelming nature of adulthood, all while subtly critiquing societal expectations and media influence. It was really fun drawing him, and I will continue spinning a wheel of Fandoms and drawing the characters!! :D

NEKO COME ONLINE IM SO SORRY FOR BEING A BITCH ILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILYILY

Cya guys in 4 weeks ig <3

Hey guys, this is the only time i'll be on here for about four weeks. I know I said i'd never come on again after that post until I was ready, but something happened, and I can't sleep. I was talking to my friends on my old, almost non-usable, broken phone, while playing Roblox on my Xbox, when all of a sudden, I got a call from a random number. I answered, said hello, and asked who it was, and all they said was 'Is this [deadname]?" I replied with yes, who the hell is this? They said "Come outside. You were talking shit on my sister." And I started TREMBLING. I felt sick to the stomach, and I was terrified. I asked who their sister was, and they replied with either the name Alina, or Aliya? (The mic was rlly muffled so it was hard to tell), and I responded, explaining i didn't know her, and that I think she was mistaken. She once again told me to come outside. I hung up and almost started crying. My dad (I cannot tell you how scared I was) heard all of this and got up quickly, walking outside to check, and me and my sister his in a hidden basement closet. He came back in after checking everywhere, and there was no one. We searched the number, and a list of people I didn't know came up, but the last name seemed familiar. We used the named to locate the address, and a house that i swear one of my friends were associated with popped up, but still, i can't place a finger on it. My dad recalled the number, and did the classic, 'parents around? We're gonna call the cops if you tell my [son] to come outside again. Comes to be a prank call by these girls. Still, I don't know who the hell they were, but they knew my name, address, and Number. I'm very highly assuming that one of my friends gave them my number, which is highly fucking unacceptable. That can leak everything about me and my family, which is super fucking scary for a minor to learn that someone has their number. I'm trying to figure out my friend Alina's last name to see if this was her sister that called, but she hasn't responded, so it really could be any of my friends. If by some chance, the friend who shared this info IS on Magma, this is highly fucking insane. I hope you know, hen I do find out it is you, I am NEVER talking to you ever fucking again. I'm still terrified and I can't sleep. Well before I go again, I miss and love you guys, and this has made me contemplate taking a longer break time, so i'm sorry. I may be online for a bit more tonight since im rlly paranoid rn, but i respond. Sry.

Hey guys, I'm gonna be taking a bit of a break. I just had a mental breakdown, because I tried to talk to my parents about something they said that was upsetting me, and they didn't care, and kept mocking me anyways. I went in my room, my way to cope very obviously SH. My dad walked in on me trying to tear apart a pencil sharpener. He took everything away, every single thing, and they yelled at me for about and hour, and now they're making it so I'm unable to hang out with any friends, they're taking me off my meds, canceling the order for my new flip phone, and they're not letting me on any electronic that they're aware of me having. They've also threatened to remove my door a few times. I'm really scared that they're gonna see me on here, since my door has to be wide open, so I have to end this. I'm doing so bad right now, I'm going to try to convince them to take me to the mental hospital. I'll miss you guys, I'm sorry about this, I just can't right now. I really do love you guys though. Please repost this on your accounts so other people know why I don't respond, interact, etc. Thank you for your time. Bye guys. (I may be on for a few more mins, but that's it for awhile.)

https://magma.com/artist/ne3ko
FOLLOW HIM OR ILL EAT UR DRYWALL

Hey guys, I'm Alive

sorry guys :(

I’m at my limit. I’m past it. I’m somewhere in the void. I feel like a bad friend for being so 'off,' but I’m numb because it’s the only way to stop the noise. I’m scared to open up because I’m losing my grip on how to even be a person. And now, physical touch makes my skin crawl—not because I don't love you, but because I’m so raw that even a breeze hurts. My attachment issues are screaming at me to run, to hide, to disappear before anyone notices I’m actually going crazy. I’m barely hanging on. I'm so far past done...

Everything is manual now. I have to remind myself to breathe, to blink, to reply, to care. I’m at my absolute limit and my brain is just sending back error codes. I know I’m failing as a friend, but I’m scared to get attached because I don’t have anything left to give. I’m even scared of being touched—like if someone actually reaches out and grabs me, the whole mask will just fall apart. I’m trying so hard, but my 'hardest' is just barely staying upright while I watch myself fail everyone I love.

I’m just the after-image of a person. The real me left a long time ago, and I’m just the shell trying to finish the day. I’m numb down to my bones, and honestly? I’m terrified to get attached to anyone because I don’t even have a grip on myself. How can I be a friend to you when I can’t even find me? My trust issues aren't even about you—it’s that I don't trust myself to stay 'here' long enough to matter. I’m barely going, and I’m so sorry that my 'hardest' looks like I’ve already given up.

I think my brain finally hit the circuit breaker. Everything is numb, and I’m just drifting. I feel like a terrible friend because I can’t find the 'feeling' part of myself to give back to you. I’m terrified to get attached because every time I do, the weight of the trust feels like it’s going to crush me. I’m trying my hardest to be 'here,' but my hardest just looks like silence and exhaustion right now. Please don't mistake my quiet for not caring; I’m just out of power.

I walk through life like a ghost in my own story—present, but never truly there. I’m mentally drained from the constant effort of trying to 'perform' friendship when I feel absolutely nothing inside. I’m so scared to get close to anyone because attachment feels like a countdown to disappointment. My trust issues make every kind word feel like a trap, and it's easier to stay numb than to risk being seen and rejected. I’m trying, but I don’t know how to tell you that my 'best' is currently just staying alive.