my fucking bed frame broke because I tripped over a cord and fell on it-
it's been through hell and back before this so not surprised it gave out eventually BUT WHEN I'M CLEANING MY ROOM?
[TW: Talk of S/H and a way to cope with it]
My new way of coping with my self-harm and what's been keeping me in check with it has been doodling little things on my arm in non-toxic pen or neon colored highlighter. I currently have a few stars, a few hearts, a sun, and a cloud on my left arm!! :3
Bro this body wash my mom got me looks like mayonnaise and has the texture of sand paper, I was having sensory issues the whole time when I tried it DFRTGYHU /neg