Them: How Wasted Are You?

Them: How wasted are you?

Me: Not quite there yet..

Them: What does that mean?

Me: I can still feel my face.

Funniest comment I've ever read in my psych evaluation papers:

"Every time a traumatic experience is brought up the patient responds by using gallows humor."

Really wanted to shit all over valentine's day and it's capitalistic ways today.

But if it's one thing this world needs more of it's love.. so I guess I'll keep my mouth shut for ones. 💀

Were do I draw my kink limit, I started to ponder..

Somewhere between scat play and getting a metal rod shoved in my urethra is my conclusion.. None of that sounds appealing at all.

Me showing up to therapy in a cropped "Daddy's lil Monster" t-shirt from like 4 halloween parties ago cause it was the only clean shirt I could find before having to leave this morning... 💀 I kept my hoodie zipped.

[Insert sound of my friend laughing their ass off when they saw me afterwards]

Fucking allow yourself to let a hint on any emotion seep through and you're suddenly drowning in a tsunami of all the shit you bottled up...