two dozen confused monsters piloting a meat suit

Me, still insane: I used to be sooo crazy

Gripping my bathroom sink repeating I am not afraid to keep on living I am not afraid to walk this world alone

you deserve a life you aren’t constantly recovering from

Did you guys know that this isn’t your grave and you can get out of this hole? I just found out

keep getting glimpses into an alternate timeline where plurality is more normalized and you can buy shitty tshirts and mugs about it

There’s something so uniquely terrifying about memory issues. I feel like my self is slipping away from me.

Hey, reblog this version instead, please!

“but if i tell Friend/Family/Partner about my needs instead of being a silently beleaguered doormat, they won’t want to be around me anymore!” that’s called the trash taking itself out and it’s the kinder but slightly less fun alternative to hitting them with sticks and rocks