I don't patter

awesome how you can just have ocs and they live in your brain forever and torment you

*looking at the OC I crafted with my own hands* what the actual hell is her problem

The way I go through so much shit alone mentally has me looking at the people that I thought loved me differently.

i’m either completely detached or deeply emotionally invested. there is no in between and i would like a refund.

the way i sabotage myself is honestly impressive

u can either reach me on tumblr dot com or hand written letter

stop "warning" me about her "concerning behavior" that's my emotional support woman who wants to grievously injure me for fun

obsessed w boobs . i’m like a 13 year old boy literally cannot stop thinking about tits . thanks for asking