Happy Birthday to meee... Another difficult year has passed.
In recent years, I didn't pay attention to my Birthday, cause I didn't care at all about myself.
I constantly donate and spend a half of my earnings to support my relatives, the Ukrainian army, and animal shelters.
Even on birthdays, I spent everything on donations. And for the first time in the years of the war, I want to ask for something for me,
because I have nothing to draw moral resources from.

You can wish me a happy birthday here:
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So I'm going home to Ukraine soon (from October 23rd to December 2nd) and it's quite expensive aand plus I REALLY want to do at least 1 tattoo removal session there and continue the removal in Canada(it costs $200-250 per session), it's quite expensive but I dream about it because the latest tattoo is like a curse sewn under my skin, it's like a huge black scar on my chest and for a year I could not accept myself. I will be happy if you greet me with this support and I will be able to start my long journey♥

THANK YOU♥
Even without donations, I am very grateful to you, thank you for your support, all the comments and messages, thank you for being by my side. Without you all my life path would be completely different.

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Sorry, maybe it looks pathetic, but I will allow myself to open up a little more to you today :D
It's been another tough year, a year of suicidal thoughts, days of not eating, weeks of not being able to get out of bed and constantly trying to force myself to do anything but cry every day because of the war in Ukraine that russia has waged, realizing how many tragedies happen every day, how many people are tragically killed, how animals and nature suffer, how many destroyed cities and burned land now. I am trying to come to terms with the idea that things will never be the same again and this is our new cruel reality. It is impossible to catch your breath, you just try to exist and believe in at least something. Yes, I MUST believe, donate, talk about it, to resist the tons of propaganda in which this world is drowning, help until my last breath, because we have no right to give up.
At the same time, I blame myself for not being in Ukraine with my family, even though I didn't escape from the war (as some gossipers think), two years before the full-scale invasion, I was planning to go to my bf here in Toronto. Right now, my heart is just breaking, it is literally splitting in half.

My grandmother and grandfather died in one year, the other grandparents were left without a home around a month ago, their village is located in the Zaporizhzhia region (Plavni, it;s not far from the occupied Vasylivka), their house was destroyed and burned to the ground, because the russian invaders are shelling their village. They killed my grandparent's neighbor as well.

Our life is a ruin, but this ruin will stand until the last brick falls.
Every death is a tragedy for at least a dozen people, we are all broken, but we must fight.

Let this year be at least a little better.
Please don't be sad, write something nice and warm, because everything will be fine, right? Thank you!

Glory to Ukraine. Glory to the heroes.