I’m starting to think that I have issues,. But that’s mehhhhh,. My issues have issues, sounds a bit better,. But then them issues that have issues now carry problems. Sweet tomato sauce! I’ve got issues.
mannnnnnn!!!!! It’s filling me with anxiety with a pinch of hate. The thought of my partner touching me is knocking me physically sick and I have no bumble gum what to do..
ok so,. Self harm, suicide is 70% of my awake time.. please don’t stress.. it’s under control! I didn’t catch ASD did I? And I’m a 1982 baby so,. No safeguarding as I have support.
but baldy tyres I have nobody to talk to apart from ‘yeh’ and it’s been a difficult week.
