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he / him , hy / hym && hy / hymn
aplaroace t4t boydyke.
disabled ; main focus of this blog is -- you've guessed it -- npd && szpd. you might find out more along the way.
this is a side blog to do whatever bs I want somewhat anonymously -- therefore don't expect Me to like any comments , etc.
I usually don't cw anything , viewer discretion advised.
they're illegalizing all the drugs in this damn country before I can even get My hands on them. „ everybody's doing it “ not Me dawg 😭
suicide is the best remedy of all.
canon cluster B event:
feeling pleasure from giving your friend panic attack by triggering them on purpose
“I can’t accept / an identity others give me; I won’t be your person.”
— Alice Notley, from Certain Magical Acts; “I Went Down There”
all this suffering doesn't matter , because I'm not real. thank god !
talking to a void or to someone who will eventually leave Me , it's the same.
this "im always right" thing is starting to feel like a curse and not a haha funny anymore
I want a drink 😿 and a fag 😿
I genuinely get so scared when I hear people whispering because there's always that tiny voice in my head that says "they're talking about you. They're trading your information like Pokémon cards." It's quite egotistical and narcissistic for me to think that but I'm so used to people talking about me behind my back and I have so many secrets that I am terrified of people discovering to the point that I get paranoid about everything discussed in hushed tones.
paranoia is such an unserious fucking experience. I'm over here fearing for My life , just because someone learnt today that I drink coffee strictly with milk. I know very well how unrealistic & ridiculous it is , yet I can't stop thinking about it. seriously , what are we doing here . . .
I managed to handle multiple social interactions today without feeling like there's a ticking bomb inside My chest that's gonna detonate any second. everybody clap for Me.
„ suicidal jokes only worsen your mental health “ who the fuck said I'm joking.
People ask me how things are going n Ion even know what to tell them. I’m just here
I'm clearly in a crash and the only thing anyone manages to say is "I'm sorry." I don't know. You should be scrambling at my feet to beg for me to stay. You should be telling me how great I am, not pitying me. Fuck off with that "pity." Show yourself to be worthy of not being discarded.
you will never feel a joy comparable to hitting your mother back
