u/Bigtrixxs_LG

Okay, so my mom told me to clean my room, right? And I was like, "Yeah, yeah, in a minute, in a minute." Basically, I come back down and I see that my room has already been cleaned. I'm like, "Oh my God, thank you! I love you so much!"

Then, I have this thing here that opens up, and that's where I would keep all of my Yaoi. It's empty now because my mom went through it and she got rid of all my Yaoi. She didn't even say anything about it! Now I don't even know what I'm going to do, because I would read it to myself every night. Every day when I got back from school, I would read some. Sometimes it was wholesome, sometimes it was toxic, depending on the mood I was in.

I don't know what to do because it’s been part of my routine since I was in middle school. I don't want to cry because I spent so long doing my eyeliner. My Yaoi was so expensive! And even worse, I had Yuri in there too, because I like an even balance of things and the Yuri's gone too.

Now I have no Yaoi, no Yuri, and no money because I’ve been saving up for so long to buy all of it. It was completely filled to the brim. I had a Yaoi heaven. My brain is mush now. This is the most soul-crushing experience I've ever gone through. My Yaoi was my everything. How am I supposed to fujo out now?

I can't tell her to give it back because she donated it to Goodwill. Now someone else is going to have my Yaoi, and it's mine! I want it back. If you are at Goodwill and you see a Yaoi collection, give it back to its rightful owner! I'm losing it. I had to take my Klonopin to calm myself down, but it's not working. I don't think anything will work.

Please show some love for my fallen Yaoi and Yuri. The Yuri is equally as important. I feel like my life is just falling apart; I feel hopeless and lost. I was freaking out so much that my mom was going to check me back into the mental hospital. I don't want to go to the mental hospital. I just want my Yaoi back, and she doesn't understand.

Whoever has my Yaoi now, please take care of it. Please give it love. Whenever the uke gets it right, please go "Aww!" that's the appropriate reaction. Please give it the respect it deserves. That reassurance is all I need right now because there's nothing I can do to get it back. So please, just promise that you'll fujo out while reading. That's all I'm asking.