I swear, when someone’s talking to me now, I can barely understand what’s happening. I know I’m no spring chicken anymore but I wish I was 16 again lol when I experience things it’s like it’s a memory or like I’m at the back of my head. It’s hard to explain. Every thing here is getting gradually worse over the years. Suffice to say, I’m not looking forward to my 40’s…
That being said I feel like I’m making a big deal out of something most women my age just get on with and put up with for the rest of their lives without complaining
This is such a specific manifestation of mental illness. I know I shouldn’t be but I’m fascinated.
Wish they’d go do it on 4chan or whatever weird corner of the Internet weirdos have scattered to now
They would also go on rants about how heros are bad because they lie to people about their secret identity.