You Don't Choose The Brainrot . The Brainrot Chooses You. You Never Know What The Brainrot Is Gonna Be

You don't choose The Brainrot ™. The Brainrot™ chooses you. You never know what The Brainrot™ is gonna be when you wake up in the morning. You can have multiple at the same time but it's not like you open the closet and go "hmmm, which one today?" No, they jump out and tackle you, attach themselves to you and go "mineeeee" then randomly drop you in the arms of another brainrot with no explanation.

Your least favorite Fnaf character?

Idk tbh!! I really love every single character of Fnaf!!! They are my babies!!! 💕💕💕💕

me when I find a fnaf lover yippee yippee😆 yayyyyyyyy

it's so frustratingly hard to let yourself exist when existing feels so embarrassing and shameful

i feel like allowing others to perceive me in any way other than neutral/nothing is too shameful. like sharing opinions/thoughts at all? it feels too sickening to be thought of as recognized as an autonomous person separate from the person perceiving me; an individual.

i want to show my individuality, my personhood, who i am, just as others do regularly every moment. but there's something so frightening and eldritch to daring to exist as more than a void.

i want to be loved by people, and i wish i felt loved and derived joy from my own creations and my own being as others do. but i dont; if my creations and i are not to be actively and positively consumed by others then they are wholly meaningless.

Angry little demon

i will like forever stand by the fact that self-insert art is good and helpful honestly. call it cringe or whtever but at the end of the day you need to realize that drawing yourself or writing yourself into your favorite media that makes you happy can be incredibly healing. there is seriously nothing wrong with wanting to experience a bit of a reality in which u live a life that is with your favorite character ever even if its "weird" cuz honestly who the fuck cares. make urself happy. let yourself have that singular pleasure of imagining yourself with someone or something that brings you comfort outside of this world that is not nearly as kind