“why do you rb and add to your own posts” i’m talking to myself

resurrected dead wife watching her own montage: wow I looked so hot in that

you literally have to unironically listen to some shit like party rock anthem so you don’t kill yourself

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

we could have a disgusting thing going on if you want

im sure if i move far away from home to somewhere no one knows me my whole personality will suddenly change and everyone will love me and everything will be better im sure im sure im sure

normalize being dogshit amateur at your special interests and hyperfocuses. no more autistic savants. yes i am very into that topic no i am not good at it. we exist <3

my body is a machine that turns normal situations into psychological horror

how to move through life like a real human being and not a reanimated corpse

is there a word or a name for getting deja vu so often and in such a rapidly increasing frequency that you’re scared your life will devolve into constant relived experiences and memories rather than anything new

(me ever since I was 12) okay I actually need to get it together now