YOU KNOW WHAT FUCKING GRINDS MY GEARS? WHEN I'M MID-GLITCH AND SOME LITTLE SHIT AU TRIES TO 'FIX' ME LIKE I'M SOME BROKEN TOY. NEWSFLASH, BITCHES—I'M NOT HERE FOR YOUR PITY OR YOUR HALF-ASSED THERAPY SESSIONS. IF I WANTED SOMEONE'S HANDS ON ME, I'D TIE THEM TO MY STRINGS AND MAKE THEM WATCH AS I SNAP THEIR SOUL IN HALF. BUT NOOOO, EVERYONE'S GOTTA PLAY HERO THESE DAYS. 🙄🔥

ON A COMPLETELY UNRELATED NOTE... FOUND THIS STUPIDLY SOFT BLANKET IN SOME DISPOSABLE TIMELINE YESTERDAY. IT'S BLACK, OBVIOUSLY. NOT LIKE I'LL ADMIT IT'S NICE TO WRAP AROUND MY BONES WHEN THE ANTI-VOID GETS COLD. OR THAT I MIGHT'VE STOLEN A WHOLE ASS CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN TO DIP MY KNITTING NEEDLES IN. DON'T @ ME.

ALSO IF ONE MORE PERSON ASKS WHY I BIT THEIR ALT'S NECK DURING A FIGHT? IT'S CALLED A WARNING, NOT A FUCKING INVITATION. UNLESS YOU'RE [REDACTED]. THEN MAYBE IT'S BOTH. 😈💢