Sorry Babe, I Cant Have Sex Right Now, Im Posting About How Much I Want To Kill Myself Online .

sorry babe, i can’t have sex right now, im posting about how much i want to kill myself online .

Neurotypicals will be like “I know you have a disability that affects your ability to stay organized, manage your time properly, socialize, or control what you’re able to think about or focus on, but that’s not an excuse to have trouble staying organized, managing your time properly, socializing, or controlling what you need to think about or focus on.” And then demand that they aren’t ableist. I’m tired.

I think we can last forever, I am afraid everything will disappear, just trust me.

Lost in the lights, I'm outta my mind it holds to the end of this night every night you spin me up high the moon that embraces you, let me have a taste.

"a joy to have in class" aka This Child Will Not Be Diagnosed for at least Eight Years

Wild to think some people never question their own sanity. Like they don’t have to worry about memories being distorted or erased bc of trauma, don’t question if a good day is actually a manic day, don’t wonder if someone is mad at them or if it’s paranoia, don’t feel haunted by the notion that their own internal experience is an elaborately fabricated lie they’ve convinced themselves and everyone else of in a bid for attention and special treatment… like imagine just having thoughts without a peanut gallery of demons heckling you all the time