Do you ever feel so useless that you want to die but you just have so many anchors that it makes you feel angry and hate yourself but you are silently glad about it because your anchors are why you haven't been consumed by your demons yet even though they make it impossibly tempting it's your anchors that hold you back and you can't help but love them grudgingly?
That's me
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fifty shades of gay.
HumorI need one tbh I'm too gay, ADHD, and autistic not to have one. so now I've got one.
