Jun 7, 2022
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We may have just fucked with some dude who has been calling us for weeks. We keep trying to tell him that We don't know him. He acts like he accepts it and moves on. But he still keeps calling. Twice so far and it's almost 2:30 in the morning. Then started texting. Apologized but then asked if we worked together and that he doesn't know who he's calling. So We asked him to clarify. "Worked together in what capacity?" "We suffer from occasional amnesia." "Who are you looking for?" (implying We are many)... Now dude won't stop texting us! He's texted us five times since starting this post! Wtf?! 😅
Our therapist... Is it really ours? I fucking swear I’m the only one who pays the fuck attention!!! Anyway... She suggested We get reevaluated to get re-diagnosed. Because We have finally accepted what and who We are. But I don’t know if that could work against us. Our whole thing was to get more people seeking diagnosis so they couldn’t deny it’s existence anymore! But... I can’t be the only one in here that thinks that... may be not such a great idea. When We had the diagnosis, We were completely unaware. How will it affect us to know that is the reason We were being treated that way We were. Now We will KNOW why they think We’re insane. Why they look at us the way they do. I, Animal am not so sure I’m ready for that level of awareness yet.
Talking to a singlet who wants to fuck a system like???????????? Jk that is an extremely oversimplified breakdown of what is fucking happening rn 😅 - Animal
Fuck off! Fuck you! Eat me! Suck my dick! 🤬🖕👅🤷♀️🍆🍑🤷♀️🔪🤣🤗😭🥴😵🤪🤣
I don't understand how humans can hate their offspring enough to torture it — eating me alive as a newborn would have been merciful, this was the opposite of anything resembling mercy. I cried to God for years and begged Him to show Himself to me, to prove Himself real by breaking my arm so I could get a hot pink cast and all my classmates could sign it and I could feel loved. In the purpling pink glow of the sunset I realize only now that God seemed to be the only who seemed to love me then, enough to not hurt me on purpose. He couldn't intervene on Earth, but I've never broken a bone.
I wanted so desperately to be perfectly talented at just one thing that I made myself pretty decent at several things and still found the energy inside to hate myself afterwards. When I think of it as the small child I was who was left alone for hours and days on end I want to cry and tell it how proud I am, and I struggle to see me as that small child, so the cognitive dissonance continues as I afford the patience and praise I needed to everyone else instead
if tootie wakes up im going to KILL mythelf