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What is the worst thing you have ever done?

Any regrets?

What is your fondest memory


steph asked on 2025-03-23 16:07:05 UTC:

What is the worst thing you have ever done?

wanillaberry replied:

I've actually never done anything wrong in my entire life because I am a perfect little angel actually ðŸ˜‡ Though if I had to say, it would probably be the way I used to hack into people's accounts on games like MovieStarPlanet when I was like 8.

Anonymous asked on 2025-03-14 00:25:45 UTC:

Any regrets?

wanillaberry replied:

God, so so many. I could sit here for hours listing them,things I've done, things I haven't. But at the end of the day, they've all made me the person I am today, so I'm not certain I'd go back to change things given the opportunity. I probably wouldn't able to either, my hamartia is my inability to learn from my mistakes I think. Well, there's definitely a couple of things I would NEVERRRRR do again, but shh, I'm trying to be fake deep. That being said, there is one thing. I really regret not keeping diaries more regularly, and destroying the ones I did keep. I've still not grown out of the habit, but it's awful. At the time it feels cathartic, like I'm somehow giving myself a fresh start, though that's never really the case. All it's done for me in the long term is leave gaping chasms in my memory that make me unsure of who I am. Maybe that's why I cling to nostalgia so violently and gravitate towards this website, trying to reclaim the remnants of who I once was. 

bl00dkitt3nz asked on 2025-03-01 01:07:41 UTC:

What is your fondest memory

wanillaberry replied:

Huh. I'm so grateful to get a question, but I've been sitting on this for over a week now because I just don't know how to answer. I'm sure I've *got* fond memories tucked away in here somewhere, but nothing surfaces on command. Well, nothing significant anyway. After all this time, I've managed to come up with a single memory that makes me smile a little to this day, so I suppose I'll share that. When I was in high school in 2017, I was plagued by a classmate who we can call Michaela. Now, Michaela was a menace, to put it kindly, and also one of the most popular girls in school so people just let her get away with her terrorism. Suffice to say, I couldn't stand her, or the way people simpered and bent over backwards for her. Her latest hobby was "pussy slapping" unsuspecting individuals, which is exactly what it sounds like and unfortunately one of her milder forms of assault. Something you have to know about me at this point is that I'm quiet, small, unpopular and at the bottom of the PE class, like most unpopular people. But I'm also deceptively strong (I recall beating the entire class at arm wrestling that year) and fast from having to run for the bus on a daily basis. I also have a personal vendetta against her not just because she's insufferable, but because she led a months long lockdown in which the entire class was forbidden from speaking to me. I can only remember one girl who, though still in her league, was somewhat kind to me during that time. I think I might have mentioned her on this site some time lol. Anyway, Michaela picks the wrong victim in me that day. I see her coming in my periphery while I'm talking to a friend (the same girl I just mentioned) about a comic that she's drawing, and for some reason my reflex is to roundhouse kick Michaela in the face. I didn't even know I could do that, or my foot could reach that high (she is very tall.) Nobody's used to anyone standing up to her, especially not physically, and she is absolutely humiliated and runs off with her minions downstairs, screeching and calling me an animal. She never did bother me again after then. Maybe that's an odd memory to choose as an answer to this question, but it —cringey as this may sound— always reminds me that I have power and autonomy that I can and should exercise. Hah, yeah that's the best I've got until this fog is lifted from my brain.


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