oh hello hi hi hello you!

the webmaster of this site goes by a lot of different names, but you can call me angel. hi again. i'm glad that some invisible power has brought you here. fentanyl angel hasn't been in the making for long, but i hope you can stick around and be a friend. if you want to look at my favourite characters or kinnies, you can click here! (it's not quite there yet, but i will update it soon, promise)

i'm not sure how i should start this. do i talk about myself? you already know my name. maybe we can try from the perspective of a stranger: what do people think when they look at me? a creature that is very obviously an incompetent basement dweller (close enough, we don't have a basement) look like it's gonna crumble apart with just a light touch. just kidding. my favourite color is blue blue blue, sometimes green, mostly black and always white.

i think this is the part where i start listing off my hobbies and childhood stories. i don't know what to tell you really. doctors have told me that i look sick or malnourished, and that i'm too small comparing to my peers. usually i would flash them a smile and nod. people have told me that i looked prettier than i knew. i love the universal kindness of our species, that's why i could never be able to tell them that the compliment was worse than throwing a brick at my head. i spend most of my time hiding in my bedroom, miserable. my lungs are gonna give out soon. whenever i go outside i feel a little bit happier inside, stomach fluttering and all, thinking maybe the word is truly a loveable place after all. i liked stealing as a kid.

i neither go to school or work. i'm not proud. it's all thanks to my ****** *******, and in case you think i'm just making excuses so i don't have to be a part of all *this* shit, maybe i am.

things i do on the daily basis are 1. staring at the ceiling, 2. playing videogames and 3. rotting in my bed. every once in a while i will postpone whatever the hell is going on with my creaking floorboard and its residence for a bit to hang out with my friends. speaking of friends, i actually don't have many. and i have already distanced myself with more than half of them out of fear of being abandoned. i loved them way too much, that's why i needed to go away. i personally think i might have some sort of #mentalillness that's tied to this behaviour but i don't even bother getting diagnosed anymore because deep down i'm genuinely afraid of knowing the result, whatever it may be.

boredom is my bestfriend. though needless to say it's not exactly a very good friend of mine. it beat the fuck out of me and left me a hollow shell of person that was once a passionate child. it lays in bed with me every night.

okay i will be honest with you, i don't understand half of the things i do here. i'm always in a state of confusion. i'm fragile and can't carry heavy things. i like art and poetry. i like movies. i like picture books. i like music that makes me feel like dying. i'm unusally afraid of annoying or disappointing people. i have crazy inferior complex. i hate communication (i know it's bad i'm trying to fix it) it's hard to keep my excitement for too long. and i have always struggled a lot more than normal people with learning things. but i swear i'm trying.

as for making this website, i was bored and figured that it could be worthwhile to spend time learning something. i'm not good at this. i don't think i'll ever be. and aside from the spontaneous urge to create another virtual presence on the internet, i felt like somehow i had to hold myself accountable for certain things. i can't keep slacking off and hating life forever, it's not the way to live. and i'm just tired of not being able to do anything despite wanting the world. so this is probably another one of my many chances to be something, it might fail a million time again and again, but as long as i'm still alive then it's okay right?

i know all of this gives off self deprecation but believe it or not i didn't intend to make it that way. i had tried to write something more light-hearted but i gave up half way since it felt fake as fuck. and i did say i wanted to be impossibly honest, so here we are.

alright listen i have run out of things to say here, but i hope you enjoy your stay. and feel free to reach out to me if you ever need anything!



(i have a rabbit fursona. no one knows a bout it. this is a secret between me and you.)