Do You Guys Think Somedays Mcgucket Woul Play Banjo On His Guest Room During Nights He Couldn't Sleep

every time i complain about being single and having no hoes i want everybody to remember that i intentionally and strategically sabotage any opportunity i have to open myself up to a romantic or sexual connection because i’m a pussy and an idiot

they should invent a constructive feedback that doesnt make me feel like the guy on the ten of swords tarot card

how it feels to have thoughts and feelings and problems you lowkey can't talk to anyone about

*sees the icon of a mutual I literally never talk to* oh look it’s my Friend

Do you think Deadpool ever tries to slip out of bed only for Wolverine to just *schnck!* and stab him into the mattress so they can keep spooning?

like. imagine seeing your sibling at 18. and then not seeing them again until you’re 28. and then not seeing them again until you’re both 58. but you’re identical twins so every time you look in the mirror you wonder if this is what they would’ve looked like.

imagine never needing glasses but your brother did, and then in your adulthood your eyes get worse and you suddenly need glasses and you pick out the same frames your brother wore.

imagine always protecting your brother growing up cause he was different and kids picked on him. but you always protected him. and then you have a falling out and neither of you speak for years, and then finding out that in those years you didn’t speak, he was being isolated and tortured by a monster and didn’t think you’d come if he called. but then he calls and you go. and his house has blood on the floor in every room and writing on the walls and his journal devolves into paranoid ramblings. and you can’t protect him because you showed up and he got ripped away. and you can’t even ask him what the writing or the blood or the state of the house means because he’s gone. and you don’t have a penny to your name so you have to clean the blood up yourself and fix the house and live there. so you board up his room.

hate when ppl i share something w isnt excited or Enthusiastic about it in the slightest and then complains when i don't share anything anymore. for instance one time i sent multiple paragraphs going insane over something and they replied with just two dry ass messages like bitch Am i your freehand jester of some sort

emptying and reloading a gun with practiced efficiency so you think i'm an expert marksman but you later find out that's just how i stim

see the THING IS I don't feel like I ever worked hard enough to have "earned" the burnout, which is. probably how we got here.

i am simultaneously self-improving and being self destructive dont ask me how i just am