I Was Once Gaslit Into Thinking I Made Waluigi Up. I Think Learning He Was In Fact Not A Figment Of My

I was once gaslit into thinking I made Waluigi up. I think learning he was in fact not a figment of my imagination was a core memory for me.

I keep smelling my parents when they aren’t there lately which is weird and a little distressing but probably not that deep

Might start wearing bras again so I can hide random items down my shirt. What are titties for if not concealing things

Clowns are so fucking cool

I think my second most hated feeling is realizing something you thought was true, just isn’t correct at all. It’s like having your entire worldview cracked just a little bit. Just enough to recognize that everything you know might be wrong, that you aren’t just uneducated, but misinformed. Ignorance is one thing—learning feels great—but being told that a thing you had already learned wasn’t right makes you question everything your ever taught beyond that. It makes you so deeply insecure in your own understanding of the world. It makes you question everything that happens around you to the point of anxiety. It tears you down piece by fucking piece until all that’s left is a mess of unreality. You can’t trust anything. You second guess everything. No one knows what they’re talking about. You don’t know what they’re talking about, what you’re talking about. You don’t know anything, because everything you know is nothing nothing nothing-

Yeah, but my first least favorite feeling has gotta be nausea tho

Half of my animal anatomy book is dedicated to horses there’s not a single reptile in here no fjucking turtle what’s even the point