Bernabe's Brain

As a kid, I would've been satisfied if anyone just heard me out. I talked to multiple inanimate object ranging from teddy bears to a stair railing with a smiley face on it. As a teenager, I wanted someone to listen and validate me whether if I was right or wrong, and then teach me why I was wrong and how to be better. As an adult (it sucks), I seek help, but I can't help feeling shunned or dismissed. I don't talk anymore. I always have my own little world.

I need the part of Stepbrothers that allowed Dale and Brennan to grow up.

Drunk level: can't tell if tired or horny

I wish I had a fwb rn

I saw my eye doctor's tits.

this isn't "the side of town I grew up in" anymore it's now "all the places I wish I could've showed you" maybe that's why I don't go there anymore