how I see that one girl who i can call my best friend...π«
IC 405, Flaming Star
i enjoy arguing with people online out of sheer chronic boredom.
you may think youβve aggravated me but i promise if iβm arguing with you in comment sections then iβm actually just enjoying myself.
The first touch felt like a cure,
chaos faded, the world seemed obscure.
Sorrow hushed, anger dissolved,
in a pool of blood, a flower evolved.
"how are you feeling today?" gives me war flashbacks.
*trying to get help with something*
"weak, worthless, useless bitch"
*splits on myself*
when someone asks what's wrong but i can't form a response because i can't just say "it's just the way my brain is"
I was intellectually gifted but emotionally neglected, so I learned to rely solely on logic because thatβs the only part of me that was ever encouraged. Eventually, my own emotions felt foreign and the next thing I know Iβm a diagnosed antisocial. Sometimes I wonderβ¦ if I had been made to feel safe enough to feel, would I have stood a chance at a normal life?
gym bros undereat and call it a cut and nobody bats an eye, i undereat and society.. society says i have an ed
tralalelo tralala
porco dio e porco Allah.