the women of america were once promised that butch dykes would be lurking in all corners of society, ready to corrupt our minds and turn us all gay. what ever happened to that. where are the butches uncle sam.

id be unstoppable if it wasn't for the evil brain disorder

[yelling at the club to someone i met ten minutes ago] do you think im a burden be honest

i wont worry about it i say to myself with the always worried disorder

Can we stop with the character development. Where's my beach episode.

I can’t sleep, I have to torture myself psychologically

am i even mentally ill or am i just living in some kind of infinite torture chamber that would make anyone like this

in a way i am my own dead wife