My Brain: Meow

they need to invent a running away & never coming back that doesn’t affect your life

New year new me it’s time to be worse 

i don’t feel like there’s really any true “me” under all of the masks i’ve made to cope with my bpd and autism…. i did that to appear normal and to make myself likable but i’ve never known who i was outside of my interests…

why the fuck am I the way I am

yeah well. I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it.

Hey can we have sex (no penetration, no oral, I just beat you up)