I’m only alive because successfully killing myself is hard. Bernadette, she/her, smash bros addict, dog person, work addict, ruined beyond repair, stuck in the past. I will defend Amazon and Nintendo like they’re the parents I never had. They did, and will do, nothing wrong, ever.

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Cake day: November 11th, 2024

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  • I’m not, actually. Just wondering why crediting a disorder for creating anything is normalized to the point you’re the problem for wanting to be credited for your own work and be seen as more than a disorder.

    It’s such a stupid argument, tell me about it. Could you imagine your disorder creating all your art and accomplishing everything you’ve done? Who would want to be seen as a corpse animated by a disorder?

    But all of the entire world will blindly agree if that disorder was the stupid puzzle piece one. No questions asked, that shit made all your art and you should be proud of being a vessel for a disorder that controls everything about you.



  • Apartment. Houses feel like prison cells especially in desolate barren primitive wastelands the suburbs where everything requires a car or at least an hour of travel. Anyone with nothing to lose can break into your house and all you can do is make it too much effort. All your neighbors are thieves and will steal your mail, packages, and food orders. They’ll also not care if you had an intruder, and they’ll care less about how their smoke affects you. Just wear a gas mask if you don’t like smoke. It’s their property so you’ll just need to get over it. Happy and cozy! Let’s hope your work schedule doesn’t change so you don’t need to choose between taking out trash and being able to sleep before work. And definitely get some insurance to replace your replaceable belongings when a high schooler’s still-burning joint tossed on your outdated status symbol burns your house and everything in it. Spend every day with your pets and children like it’s your last. It’s the current year, live like it. You don’t need a glorified horse drawn carriage and a happy cozy cottage in the woods. There’s no need to maintain a patch of grass to show off you don’t need to farm on it. There’s no need to live completely alone where no one can help if you’re in need. It’s unnecessary. If you can’t live in a city the problem is you. Go buy an island if you need to live so primitively.


  • I don’t have a real answer and I’m wired af right now so this comment is probably unhinged gibberish anyway but despite being physically emotionally and mentally stunted, having horrible brain fog and confusion, and a lot of other issues I’d assume no one would love me for I managed to find someone without those issues who likes me for who I am and really it’s just about who you are as there’s only one of you and if you’re pretty awesome then any obstacle your disability poses is worth taking on, and if someone loves you then your disability wouldn’t even matter all that matters is tuts you’re your truest you and you’re happy.