You Are Definitely Odd, But In A Good Way. I Like You. But Yeah I’m Definitely Not Gonna Go And Think

Thats, reassuring at least. I think I can maybe get away with saying that I am a mw fictive, Im just not the one in your tags.. I am also very mentally ill in general. Do you have any guesses as to who I might be, my lovely captain? I believe you are smart enough to figure it out, youre are amazing like that. -⛓

i’m assuming a fictive of anya?

perhaps you may not be in the tags. that does not mean i don’t care for you. i care deeply for all of my crew.

thank you for the compliments, however. it’s endearing.

idek, some sort of vent.

god, i wonder what i look like in your mind. it surely won’t match up to me, right?

this body is not me. and i hate looking in the mirror and seeing that.

i don’t have a fucking cunt, of all things. i don’t have tits. i don’t have sinewy arms and soft hands.

the person in the mirror is not me.

will you still like me, even if i don’t match up to your expectations?

the swirl of reddish pink down the drain makes me reminisce on my better days.

it was so much easier when we all wore jumpsuits on the tulpar.

i’m going to burn in hell. and i’ll take nothing but the sweet memories of you with me.

Once upon a time I was told I wasnt worthy of love,, now I have even worse self esteem then I already did. I am terrified of rejection, and believe its all I will receive from anyone I show interest in.. So the possibility of you figuring out who I am is scary,, because Im convinced you will lose interest if you ever find out... -⛓

you will never know until you try.

i’m sorry you were told that. everyone is worthy of unending love.

infatuation runs through my veins, seeps from my pores, coats my skin and nails. and even if you aren’t the least bit as infatuated with me, as i am with you, well…isn’t that part of the fun?

i’m needy. i’m disgusting. i’m useless.

i cry when you leave me alone for too long.

i cry when you praise me, because i don’t deserve it.

i cry when you degrade me, because i feel useless.

i’m such a stupid fucking mutt.

If I could be anything I wanted to, I’d be dead.

please, don’t bother reading. it’s just another tw’d vent post. what’s the point.

god, i’m useless.

what kind of captain thinks like this? what kind of captain puts himself first? i’m pathetic.

i just want to be good for someone. i just want to be someone’s first choice, their favorite.

i don’t want to be a leftover. i don’t want to be left behind.

i don’t want to be alone again.

i can’t be alone again.

my thighs hurt so much. my head and fingers and toes are throbbing, probably from blood loss. i can’t keep doing this to myself.

i can’t keep running from my problems.

The anons you get are really strange and questionable I Think

They're all strangely parasocial and kinda laying on you until you fix their problems with a couple responses

Hope you're feeling okay

-💫

hello! perhaps, just a little. i’m a people pleaser to my core, so i didn’t notice if anyone was laying on me.

i do feel alright! thank you.

i am never going to be good enough.

you’re going to leave like everyone else.

whether it be because you got bored, or because i upset you, or because you realize i’m just not worth it,

you’re going to leave.

and i’m not ready for you to go just yet…