Jenny’s house of fun.

Thank you all so much, it means the world ❤️
I know Christmas feels a little quiet this year, and I just wanted you to know you’re being thought of by all of us. Even from afar, love is still holding you. Be gentle with yourself, take things one moment at a time, and trust that this season will pass. You’re stronger than you feel, and you’re not alone.

Wishing you and your family much love through the season :heart:🫂 🐾
 
So yeah...
I got through it. I am alive and ok.
Thank you everyone for the nice messages and thoughts. I am sorry.
Christmas went well, my daughter was happy, which is the only thing that matters. We ate food, opened presents and had a good time.
My therapy session helped, meds helped and I cried in the bathroom.
I feel like I should talk about this, but to be perfectly honest I am totally empty and I don't have the words or the will. Not even sure why I started this text.
I really wish life wasn't this fucking hard. And I am more than fully aware that I live a cushioned life and am both spoiled and entitled. But still, it's a fucking struggle.
So everyone that writes me nice encouraging messages, thank you so much, and everyone who fills my inbox with hate, please take a break, I don't have the strength right now.
 
So yeah...
I got through it. I am alive and ok.
Thank you everyone for the nice messages and thoughts. I am sorry.
Christmas went well, my daughter was happy, which is the only thing that matters. We ate food, opened presents and had a good time.
My therapy session helped, meds helped and I cried in the bathroom.
I feel like I should talk about this, but to be perfectly honest I am totally empty and I don't have the words or the will. Not even sure why I started this text.
I really wish life wasn't this fucking hard. And I am more than fully aware that I live a cushioned life and am both spoiled and entitled. But still, it's a fucking struggle.
So everyone that writes me nice encouraging messages, thank you so much, and everyone who fills my inbox with hate, please take a break, I don't have the strength right now.
Try to remember, we love you more and care about you more than any BS anyone sends your way here♥️♥️🫂🫂
 
So yeah...
I got through it. I am alive and ok.
Thank you everyone for the nice messages and thoughts. I am sorry.
Christmas went well, my daughter was happy, which is the only thing that matters. We ate food, opened presents and had a good time.
My therapy session helped, meds helped and I cried in the bathroom.
I feel like I should talk about this, but to be perfectly honest I am totally empty and I don't have the words or the will. Not even sure why I started this text.
I really wish life wasn't this fucking hard. And I am more than fully aware that I live a cushioned life and am both spoiled and entitled. But still, it's a fucking struggle.
So everyone that writes me nice encouraging messages, thank you so much, and everyone who fills my inbox with hate, please take a break, I don't have the strength right now.
(((((((Hugs))))))))
 
So yeah...
I got through it. I am alive and ok.
Thank you everyone for the nice messages and thoughts. I am sorry.
Christmas went well, my daughter was happy, which is the only thing that matters. We ate food, opened presents and had a good time.
My therapy session helped, meds helped and I cried in the bathroom.
I feel like I should talk about this, but to be perfectly honest I am totally empty and I don't have the words or the will. Not even sure why I started this text.
I really wish life wasn't this fucking hard. And I am more than fully aware that I live a cushioned life and am both spoiled and entitled. But still, it's a fucking struggle.
So everyone that writes me nice encouraging messages, thank you so much, and everyone who fills my inbox with hate, please take a break, I don't have the strength right now.
To be blunt....fuck the haters...you are wonderful, and we all have our struggles, especially this last year. *big hugs!*
 
So yeah...
I got through it. I am alive and ok.
Thank you everyone for the nice messages and thoughts. I am sorry.
Christmas went well, my daughter was happy, which is the only thing that matters. We ate food, opened presents and had a good time.
My therapy session helped, meds helped and I cried in the bathroom.
I feel like I should talk about this, but to be perfectly honest I am totally empty and I don't have the words or the will. Not even sure why I started this text.
I really wish life wasn't this fucking hard. And I am more than fully aware that I live a cushioned life and am both spoiled and entitled. But still, it's a fucking struggle.
So everyone that writes me nice encouraging messages, thank you so much, and everyone who fills my inbox with hate, please take a break, I don't have the strength right now.
Hang in there Jen, if coming here helps, that come by more often. If writing helps, the wrote.

How you feel today is not how you will feel tomorrow.

To you and everyone here have a great and healthy new year. 1766789376030.png
 
I know Christmas feels a little quiet this year, and I just wanted you to know you’re being thought of by all of us. Even from afar, love is still holding you. Be gentle with yourself, take things one moment at a time, and trust that this season will pass. You’re stronger than you feel, and you’re not alone.

Wishing you and your family much love through the season :heart:🫂 🐾
Thank you ❤️
 
So yeah...
I got through it. I am alive and ok.
Thank you everyone for the nice messages and thoughts. I am sorry.
Christmas went well, my daughter was happy, which is the only thing that matters. We ate food, opened presents and had a good time.
My therapy session helped, meds helped and I cried in the bathroom.
I feel like I should talk about this, but to be perfectly honest I am totally empty and I don't have the words or the will.

So yeah...
I got through it. I am alive and ok.
Thank you everyone for the nice messages and thoughts. I am sorry.
Christmas went well, my daughter was happy, which is the only thing that matters. We ate food, opened presents and had a good time.
My therapy session helped, meds helped and I cried in the bathroom.
I feel like I should talk about this, but to be perfectly honest I am totally empty and I don't have the words or the will. Not even sure why I started this text.
I really wish life wasn't this fucking hard. And I am more than fully aware that I live a cushioned life and am both spoiled and entitled. But still, it's a fucking struggle.
So everyone that writes me nice encouraging messages, thank you so much, and everyone who fills my inbox with hate, please take a break, I don't have the strength right now.
Too late at night to give a proper reply, just want you to know we all feel and pray you find a way through the jungle if thoughts and feeling. We need you to be our Mr Livingston, Trail blazer and life guide through the emotions that accompany poetry and dance.
 
"There is a sadness in realizing that the person you have become is not the person you once wanted to be.
It is the sadness of looking back on your life and seeing all the ways you have compromised, all the dreams you have let go, all the parts of yourself you have lost along the way.
And in that sadness, there is a sense of mourning, not just for the life you could have had, but for the person you could have been."

— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
 
"There is a sadness in realizing that the person you have become is not the person you once wanted to be.
It is the sadness of looking back on your life and seeing all the ways you have compromised, all the dreams you have let go, all the parts of yourself you have lost along the way.
And in that sadness, there is a sense of mourning, not just for the life you could have had, but for the person you could have been."

— T.S. Eliot, The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
There is something beautiful about sadness. *hugs tightly*
 
We have a lot of art on our walls at home (no originals) and I am constantly working to put up more. In our bedroom there is a huge black and white close up of my cunt, and I've always wanted a photo of Johns hard cock next to it. He has never been comfortable with this (which is ok). But this Christmas, instead of a photo a his cock, he had gotten me a reproduction of an art piece I've always loved. So now I have that instead next to my photo.

It is a Hong Kong born artist called Cary Kwok, and he makes these drawings with a blue ball point pen that can be really cool. I just love this one, because the cock is gorgeous and the tattoos are really cool. Love the cum too :)


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I have shown this before, but it was a long time ago.
This is another piece of art we have on the wall at home. I really love this one, there is so much in this drawing that is exciting. It is an artist that is called InCase and I bought it from the source :)
He is quite well known for his drawings. So much so that an AI model was trained on his work to generate images in his style.
 
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