hey does anyone else feel like their intrusive thoughts are just another person in your brain? like they're not even my thoughts and it's more like i'm being possessed?? is this normal???
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hey does anyone else feel like their intrusive thoughts are just another person in your brain? like they're not even my thoughts and it's more like i'm being possessed?? is this normal???
for existing
this and then she'll transition
All finished! Trying to tone down my rendering was a challenge, but I think it turned out great! So what do we think their dialogue is?
I love my fucked up wife
I love deep sea girlies
I love eldritch(???) creatures
I have no clue what’s wrong with her *but something DEFFINITELY is* and I can’t wait to get my heart broken by this game AGAIN
I couldn't find a bandaid after I picked off that scab.
I wish I hadn't picked it off, but I couldn't not.
I didn't have a choice.
It ruined the balance.
This miasmic cloud rules the balance.
They tell me when I'm wrong.
They tell me when I'm hurting.
I don't have a choice.
Not if it ruins the balance.
I'll walk around the kitchen six times in a row.
I look under every piece of furniture.
There's too many of them.
Still, I don't have a choice.
Not doing so would ruin the balance.
Sometimes people don't believe me when I tell them.
I'll tell them the truth.
I'm disabled, I can't learn to drive, and it's not quirky or fun.
I don't have a choice.
Everything ruins the balance.
The cloud mocks me.
It tells me I'm the problem.
It's like a gaslighting partner you're forced to live with.
Where the fuck is my choice?
I'm so sick of this ruined balance.
"she, he, they... whatever you like" and then never letting them wear a skirt is such a scam /nsrs
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