The people I still hangout with think I’m clingy and intrusive. I stopped hitting interpersonal milestones when I was like 10 years old. Every fucking day is a game of Russian Roulette of both physical & emotional pain and stress. I am a slave to my own empathy. I’m worried or paranoid all of the…
I’m in a lot of pain. Tired, but in an “artificial” way. Too afraid to go to sleep.
I feel like I’m dying so; my “real” blog: http://my-arms-dont-bend.tumblr.com/
At least I’m watching my favorite movie, Dogma