I love how weird Mastodon gets at night, y'all stay you, you beautiful weirdos

Script reading I have to do for homework unlocked a deeply buried memory of getting yelled at for using a lot of ink and paper printing out movie scripts as a child.. Watching pirates of the carribbean and following along to the point of memorizing direction and lines.
Sometimes I wonder how much of me is buried, and how much of me is a survival mechanism.

Hello, to you too, nonspecific dissociation! :)

I'm still alive but occasionally I disappear for a while so I'm still here, sorry I haven't interacted with anyone in a while.

the worst kind of symptoms for me are not the symptoms where I cry for hours and want to die because I feel so alone, or the symptoms where I can't sit still and think everyone's a waste of my time,
the worst symptoms are the ones where I don't feel anything at all.
but they're also the best

trans feels
scrolling from bottom to top in my photos on Facebook reads like a visual novel of me slowly giving less and less fucks while simultaneously looking happier and less like I just came out of a firefight in 'Nam

I FUCKING KNEW
THERE WOULD BE AN ALL FOR ONE
I'm so hyped now
🤘🏽

I got all the way to taking out my sculpey and tools and then realized:
I didn't have an idea yet