#fleapost

I'm foolish as fuck so I convince myself I can survive isolation better then the normal lad because I've experienced chronic depression and emotional neglect since early childhood so I gots experience yanno, but then I catch myself constantly getting into arguments with people who are not here anymore and realize if anyone was in the room they would be terrified at how in my own head I can get. I think its a way for my brain to get some social/emotional stimulation. I feed it nothing new so it just regurgitates the same things over and over. I just don't know what else to think about except everything bad that has ever happened to me.

so at work we give ppl the option to donate to a local charity and one of them is the lgbt center and this white bitch earlier was loudly like “umm acktyully it’s lgbtqia+ lol you should change that” i wanted to step away from the register and attack her physically

sometimes I swear i'm living in Scott pilgrim bc I'm just some gay guy hanging round a vibrant cast of pierced freaky polyamorous femmes/enbies. never thought my life would be this alive, queer, and eventful.

first signs the Ts working is hella acne and RAGE. was kinda hoping for a dick or leg hair, but alright.

My dysphoria reads my posts in a girl voice wtf.thats str8 up evil dawg!

everyones bitching about the way people allegedly draw benrey but nobodys brought up the fucking weird way everyone actually draws tommy

im getting drunk<3