snafy

I was at an event the other day and was sat next to this woman who was a bit shorter than me but very large (I’m quite short for reference). Her stomach basically was touching the ground with how much it sagged. And she was so entitled to comment on other people as if she didn’t look like she belonged in an oddity show. It was difficult to sit next to her because everytime she spoke, I wanted to tell her off so bad and I bet if I did it would’ve been so satisfying.

hey what are u doifn Adma

I drew Adam but I can’t color. I hope I captured his eyes!

You turned a halo into a whirring buzzsaw. A sanctity turned violent- so violent that it cuts into me and carves the fetus in what was a delicate heart.

When I take my meds I feel very placated. They do their job and make me feel better. It’d be great if I actually wanted to feel good though. I think that’s a feeling medication is unable to pacify. I say this as if I don’t cry out of frustration when I’m off them (did so last week right before I got back on them)

I know I’m not as strange and deranged as the rest of the fucktardets in the community but I can’t help but feel like it, especially after being socially shunned/rejected every time I try to make friends with similar interests as me. I guess you could call me stupid for going into a community thinking “finally, people like me” just to be discouraged when that doesn’t mean connections will be created easily. Which in retrospect does sound very stupid.