i wasn't socialised enough as a puppy

clenching my blanket in unseen levels of desperation: please regress . pleeeease age regress now it's okay, go ahead

everyone else is so soft and happy when they're smaller and all i do is cry

i used to refer to age regression, before i knew what it was, as "my mind feeling heavy", "getting softer" and "hiding"

i keep falling asleep immediately when i'm little . i mean it's not really a bad thing, because of how comfy i feel it's the only time i sleep properly and well, but i still wanna regress like other people . i wanna colour and play with my plushies and do things but i keep going to shoooork mimimimimimi land without any warning

you cut up some fruit for me and offer to carry me to bed, and instead of being adorable i start violently sobbing what then

sort of regressing and eating ice cream and playing breath of the wild and animal crossing on my console (my first console !) everything is exciting and green and soft and fun c:

my ability to be responsible and independent relies on personal rules to my current self, my child self, and to the best of my ability my future self . one such rule is im a good kid im good i didnt make anyone angry no one is angry at me im good im not bad im doing good im alright im okay im a good kid im being good im