Yes. Yesyesyes. I’m so tired…
So there is nothing you keep to yourself? Your braver than I
On weekends I like to choke myself and masturbate dressed up as Templeton the Rat from the 1973 animated film “Charlotte’s Web” lying in a pile of food scraps and garbage I collected during the week.
Feels good getting that off my chest.
Ma’am, this is a me’eme comm.
“medeme”?
What the hell did I just read
This is missing Saddam.
Two men who wronged me are now dead.
For legal reasons I have to mention that the men died of natural causes. Buried under natural soil, I’ve heard.
Tell nobody anything. Internalize it all. Compartmentalize it. Be ADHD. Taco Bell.
When people stir up past trauma make sure to get mad so they go away
Are you me?
I am not a box of feet, if that’s what you mean :D
What made that show ‘taxi cab confessions’ great back in the day
Confessions to pet…where?
I don’t recommend this, my parrot kept mocking me.
That’s the true “What I tell my therapist”
Iams to pet
Question for those polar ice experts out here: what’s an iceberg called if its upper ⅗ shown here’ve eroded away, leaving only the “strangers online” section? 🫠
Gotta swap that out a bit. Therapist is at the same level as parents. Friends are at the same level as strangers. Because then the strangers become my friends.
Sounds like you need a better therapist.
I don’t really need it, I just have to go for reasons I’m not disclosing.
That’s fair.
(Hannibal Lecter voice) One time I saw a snail moving by my leg as a boy, and I decided to race it. I had nothing to do, so you could imagine how long this race took. You must ask yourself Clarice…do the snails still race for you?
