Slain ✧ he/it ✧ adult ✧ taken I left to go fight my demons but I'm back now. No DNI, I'll block you if I feel the need.

I forget I can't reblog those oc posts without getting flooded by the dumbest shit imaginable with that fucking caption "hehe which oc is this?". None of them your post blows

The weirdest part about talking to people is that I don't. I want to have friends, but I'm exceptionally bad at being entertaining or fun to talk to. Which some people might not mind, but another part of me is always doing the interacting for us anyway. Even with our husband. She's very good at it and I'm glad she's here, but sometimes I really feel like shit about it. I feel like the little devil on her shoulder every time we're at all social lol

They're making Eric work a double shift today. It isn't right. Give my husband back or this time I'm really gonna do it