Yeah, both Poppy and their partner have blocked her.

Couldn't agree more.

A fan of hers that is usually quiet on her videos because he's afraid of being the target of her next videos. Even her audience sees that her mask is slipping.

You should check on Monday's last video. This time, she's attacking VagabondTE for criticizing her argument. Someone needs to tell him that she's not worth sacrificing his mental health and his time...

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I feel it as well, alongside seasonal anxiety disorder. Can relate.

can* meet.

built* around myself.

I still don't know where this mental health journey will take me, but my appointment Monday will be a step in the right direction, I hope. Male loneliness is real, y'all. And I'm a lonely guy.

So I write my feelings down. I throw metaphorical bottles in the sea of the web, hoping that somewhere, someday, someone will feel seen in all these silly thoughts. I'm not expecting for miracles anymore. I just hope that every day, I will feel a little better and not more bitter.

Maybe someday I will have the strength. Maybe someday I will know how. Right now, I am lost in my thoughts. I am lost into a fortress I've been around myself to keep danger at bay; often peeking out to see if I can't meet new friends.

But I need people in my life too, because I don't want to be lonely. I don't think I can fix myself at the moment.

I lost a few of them, some are still there, but not always around when I have those moments of solitudes, when I feel a lot of anguish. I know I cannot force those people to be there, but it still hurts when I can't talk with 'em. People cannot fix me, I need to fix myself.

And obviously, I've developed avoidant personality disorder and dependant personality disorder, clinging to people I can trust, people I can depend on, people with whom I feel safe.

It shouldn't affect me this much, but the mental scars are still there. As a result, I've been living from anxiety since then and depression, feeling like I don't deserve love, friends, or having a happy, fulfilling life.

It makes me feel resentful of adults who couldn't notice my distress back then. Resentful of those kids who treated me like garbage for years. Oh, sure, it happened a while back.