having a dissociative disorder makes you funny and sexy and cool and everyone will want to be you until they get too close and see beneath the veil where there is only grotesque statues made in reverence to people who no longer exist and crying children and so so so much blood
im not gonna sugar coat it. you gotta save yourself. if you have community, great, but if not, you gotta find the resolve to live. through spite if nothing else.
the spear is a lesbian weapon. you would wield a penetrating implement to skewer in crazed bloodlust wouldnt you??? strap it to your pelvis why dont you. d*ke
you cannot simply be hot. you must have a bunch of other shit going on that makes you really unapproachable and difficult to communicate with meaningfully.
no drugs could replicate the feeling of calling your mother a failure in cold apathy as the weight of all of her decisions and 18 years of abuse and neglect finally comes crashing down, to finally be able to say "i deserved better than anything you gave me, you cant gaslight now"
i do not even think about loving you, its effortless to me, i have loved you since the day we met and i have loved every version of you in every in iteration. this is like breathing air to me, do you understand? get cared for tenderly idiot, nothing you can do about it anyways...
if weed and jerking off kill your braincells then why arent i stupider yet. please. make the thoughts stop. ive been begging since i was a child. please make it stop, make all of it stop.
im not fighting to get gendered correctly. call me what you see. if you call me a man its cause im doing it right and you respect me as a domestic abuser. if you call me a woman its because you want to rape and abuse me or want me to rape and abuse you. in any case, im stroking.
would rather die 1000 deaths than have another close friend kind of weirdly detach and engage less and less, becoming increasingly uncomfortable talking to you until they silently cut all ties several months to a year later with no explanation or resolution at all. again.
i am no longer interested in the pussy for the sake of pussy alone, i need it to hug and grip my shit emotionally and spiritually as well or you are simply not getting in these true religions
its okay if you are cruel and mean without purpose and make the lives of others worse for it. thats between you and the eternal damnation you will know for the listless sins you wrought against your fellow human being. you will choke on every lie on your death bed. eternal pain.
remember, i know every single oomf individually and have built a psychological profile on each and every one of you. youre trapped in here with me. you thought this was parasocial for you? you know not the threads upon which you walk. im watching you. all of you. sleep tight. :)
i hate being a lesbian cause sometimes i send a girl a sexy little photo and shes like "go off bestie you look so good 😘" like no im trying to eat your pussy and fix your car
people should use the vulnerable haze of submission around sex and intimacy to coerce and manipulate me/eachother more. including, but not limited to; giving substances without prior conversation or any explanation and/or performing various acts of brainwashing and assault.
do you think there are people who want to be braindead sex toys for use by perverts that werent molested?
has anyone just ended up like that with no adverse experiences?
denial, repression, extensive memory loss, and compulsive invalidation of ones trauma all dont count.
can anyone know for sure im good puppy? what if im bad puppy and everyone is secretly coddling me while resentment builds to a crescendo of violence in which i will be brought to task for every listless mistake i have ever committed and will thusly be punished with prejudice..?