You Can Tell Im Doing Good Because Im At A Place Where Im Remembering How My Parents Used The R-slur

You can tell I’m doing good because I’m at a place where I’m remembering how my parents used the r-slur so frequently that I thought it meant just meant stupid and was using the word before I even knew a single swear.

You can also tell I’m doing good because I’m now thinking about how my parents most certainly were not living with that assumption yet very frequently called me and my siblings the r-slur and “special”.

It’s kind of cool how my mam can make me feel like shit by being nice, because when she is, I feel like I’m the asshole for ignoring her, despite knowing full well she’s a dick

Clowns look so cool

I wish I was a clown

Clown clothes

Clown hat

I love those hats

Not the cone ones

But they’re fun too

I means the jester ones

All jangly

Jangle

Like horns

Soft horns

That jangle and flop

In the mood to make someone cry (this keeps happening…)

I really wish I understood people ever any of the time.

PERRY NOOOOOOOOO-