no lemonade?

I can't take it anymore. I try to forget about my trauma. My Aventurine special interest makes me split a fictive of him. I try to live a normal life. My brain splits another Aventurine. I try therapy. My Aventurine fictives tell me this therapist is a scam. I want to find another hyperfixation. They download Balatro. I want to look into the mirror - those fuckers cut our hair because no hairdresser would do it right. They replace every possible role in the system with one of them. They farm money for us. They learn how to cook my favorite slop. They give me a 10-pull 5-star like it's no big deal. My brain is still not satisfied. It splits a few fucking little aventurinelings. "We've never had littles here sirs" I tell them. "None that you know of, that is." They grab my coworker and force her to fuck off with her neurotypical shit. "You just need to let us take front. We can do even more that way." I can't trust them enough, I don't have enough control. They forbid me from taking abilify. My condition suddenly improves. "Guess your psychiatrist was a fraud all along." They spawn a fucking dr. Ratio. He says "I'm a gatekeeper now." There is no hint of trauma in his eyes. Nothing but pure love. Suddenly I am Aventurine too.