The birds are out. I have not slept. Again. I am so fucking sore, my nose is acting up, I've started a fast cause I've spent most the night thinking about what a fat fuck I am, my stomach is fucky, my neck is crinking, I have three new Spotify playlists with absurdly long names, I've got major anxiety cause now both vapes are running low and my beloved says they will last and I trust them but I overthink everything even though logically I know it'll be okay and it's not the end of the world
We're the Donte System
16, genderfluid, mainly he/they but any pronouns work
I have alters.
This is a triggering blog. You don't like it? Leave. If you're reading this, you know what side of the blr you're on
Tags I use:
#quite smitten🪻 (for my love)
#staringdownthebarrel (depressed)
#lightup (substances)
#insomniaticpyschopath (no sleep)
#quitethepsycho (self destructive shit/being a menace to society)
#notjustinmyhead (everything)
#noosearoundmyneck (when I'm fucking pissed)
I'll add more when I think of em