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why do I live in constant dissociation and rage to the point that I get so locked up in mind that I can't make sense of what's going on around me or what I feel while my friends get to actually enjoy even the smallest things in life and they happily hang out together while I'm rotting inside.

So I can now add Arthur from five survive onto my list of fictional killers I love

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you said I will never find any place better than "home" but nothing ever felt like a home... it never felt safe. so how about i find a home first, and then you'll see me not leaving?

I have a distinct memory of laying in my bed as a kid and wishing with all my heart that I would get hurt. That I would get into a bad car crash or I'd disappear. So my parents would cry and realize they didn't cherish me enough.

I find it sad that younger me thought she had to get hurt to feel loved.

(ONE OF) MEL'S FAVORITE GENRES OF LEE KNOW: VLOGGER LINO → happy birthday @lee-minhoe 🤍

what if I start killing everyone

(i am of course talking about the shadows in the corners and the voices in my head)