I’m a trash can. I’m clingly, cringey, and obnoxious. I have so many issues there’s a good chance you’ll be really happy but I’ll ruin it because I’m depressed.
I have no fucking idea what my gender is. I don’t think I’m male or female but I could be. Maybe genderfluid or agender. Idk.
I can’t stand people saying TRIGGERED but now I intenalize that because people hate me for my rants about that.
I still haven’t gotten around to watching Voltron.
I sing CONSTANTLY. It’s another reason people hate me. I tend to also song whatever’s in my head whether I like the song or not.
<p>I have panic attacks a lot and need constant comforting between that and my depression. I’m basically a human puppy minus cuteness and having to be trained to shit outside.
Half the words I say are profanity because I give No fucking shits anymore.
I rant constantly. I vent constantly. My ex called me “an emotional whore” a couple weeks ago. She’s not wrong. Except for the whore part. I’m not a whore.
Okay rant/vent over.
