i could never live with a psychic type
"holly can you turn that off"
"sorry, i can't"
my brain: donk donk
donk donk
donk donk
donk dwah
dit dit dah
dit dit dah
dit dit dah
doot doot doot
@monorail oh, mood. ._.;
like, on one hand, "oh my god someone will finally understand my hellbrain and maybe they can help me sort through this garbage or at least tell me it's okay ;;" but on the other hand god I don't want to subject anybody else to that.
