fuck all life im going to live in the creepypasta mansion

listen i consider myself an empathic person but after a certain point i get sick of other people’s problems. my friend is always talking about how the jewel-eyed skull on their mantlepiece is tormenting them w its sinister beauty and im over it. like dude i don’t want to talk about this anymore. get rid of the fucking skull

you’ are biased against my skull

i’m not having this argument again man

im nonbinary in a way that doesnt really matter

chronic illness will have you thinking things like oh no i shouldnt take painkillers. it only feels like i got my spine beaten with a loose piece of plumbing three days ago and my ribs gently extricated and reintroduced, ill save the paracetamol for a twenty-seven screwdrivers in my guts day or perhaps a crowbar repeatedly in the skull day :))