midnightinamadhouse

Now I’m getting sick of watching all the roses turn into bricks.

I am once again asking if me and my husband are dating

No please I wish I was neurotypical because I don’t understand ANYTHING.

Me having a cool and wacky text pattern and then getting traumatized and then going back to my boring text pattern.

Me staring at my suicide note in my drafts.

Why does he know how to read?

Did Vergil go to school? What happened?

My posts on Insta are all like ‘I weep for the world i once knew…’ and then five minutes later ‘ee Dante take big poop’

Me casually downloadin mods 4 tha sims that make them addicted 2 drugs n kill themselves.

R me n my husband dating?