I Love When My Brain Wants To Share An Experience But Forgets It's An Experience Litterally Everyone

I love when my brain wants to share an experience but forgets it's an experience litterally everyone has so I type out an entire explanation of, and I'm not kidding, why I find my type of humor funny, before realizing I'm litterally just typing out my internal monologue bc I'm bored.

I keep thinking about how my babies are gonna age and how it's gonna be different than the other people in my life. For example, the other people I care about, I sometimes grieve their deaths before they happen, but I know I can't change them and once it happens they are gone. But my babies, as much as I want them to be, aren't alive. I keep wondering what that means for them if they are around after I'm gone, at what point exactly are they gone? I don't wish for a violent end for any of my babies, but I can't get the idea that a violent end might be a better one than being shoved back into a box for another 16 years just to be forgotten and slowly waste away alone.

To lighten the mood a little, did you know the first time I said I'd rather burn in hell than live with an unjust god was actually instantly after my grandma and aunt said that since my stuffies and pets didn't have souls to save they would go to hell or at the very least not exist in heaven.

I don't understand how my brain is even attempting to rationalize social anxiety about posting on an anonymous app where I litterally basically only talk about pacis and stuffies. Like what the hell changed between two practically identical post topics over the course of a few days?

Lobotomy please😁

I had my first proper bedtime leak in ages last night. I think it was mix of me already being kinda wet and sleeping on my stomach. Normally, my padding is fresh and can handle it or I roll over before I wet, but i guess imma need to be more strict with my rules cuz I didn't end up waking up until the very end of my accident when I had already leaked. I guess that means no more naps in pullies, and shatters any rouge ideas about trying to be a big girl at the Halloween party

Changing into fresh padding when I'm tired makes it impossible to stay awake. I keep trying to fix my sleep schedule but I keep passing out way early lol.

Every so often I manage to put on one of my diapers perfectly, and every single time I do, it reminds me why I chose them. Im never more cozy.