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I have made me me memes

A joke my boyfriend came up with

Okay, I was doing an accent and I said

"it sounds like a mix of Scottish and Russian"

And he says

"Its a ROTTEN!"

That was the funniest shit at the time

Not a problem anymore, just kill everyone in a hundred mile radius!

is anyone else unable to focus or do anything or feel good if u hear even a fucking footstep from another fucking human being?  

Do you ever feel like a starving carnivore?

What do you mean?

Well, sometimes, very rarely mind you, but once in a blue moon I get into this mood where I like, feel like I wanna eat organs or some shit. Not a random person though, I'm not Jeffery Dahmer! It's like I wanna eat myself? Like I get a rage and my head gets filled with violent gore and screaming and I wanna tear flesh from bone like I'm a wild animal or a monster or something, but in a weird way at the same time I always wanna be torn apart myself, feel the pain, I desire it. I tend to eat gas station meats when I feel like that, viciously rip it with my teeth, sometimes I get cheetos or takis too and it's like I'm breaking through bones, and in a weird way, I'm not me anymore. I'm a monster tearing myself apart. I'm a ravenous creature feasting on fresh meat and chewing through bones and drinking in the viscous blood. I'm me and I'm the monster I run from, I'm the monster and the meat.

When it ends it helps, I feel better, I'm not mad anymore, the monster is fed and it can go back to it's cage for a long time before it inevitably begins to starve again.

I don't know how to get rid of the monster that desires so desperately sometimes to eat me and begs for a visceral mess of carnage. I don't think I could deny it forever no matter how hard I tried. I can delay it, I don't open that cage until I am home, but the monster won't let me rest if I don't feed it eventually, fake meat, fake blood, fake bones, for the imaginary monster. I don't know how to get rid of the desire to be torn apart by it.

Like I said, it doesn't happen often, and I never hurt anyone in reality, I don't even hurt anyone in my head, the monster eats me, I am the monster, I only eat myself. I don't know what that means though.

The best way I can describe it is feeling like a starving carnivore.

It's okay babyfish, I'm here for you

nobody calls me babygirl on here it's always 'fish'

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[Prospit Dreamer]

Someday, I'm gonna buy one of those necklace sets that makes a heart but can come apart as 2 halves to share with someone, and wait for the day someone takes one of the halves off my neck.

Get close enough to do so without being maimed to earn my love, close quarters combat style!

*points to cat* psychopath,

*points to dog* monster,

*gestures to myself* disaster gay,

Its bound to be a mess.

I thought I was 69? Who the hell am I?

God, shit, sorry I forgot who you were for a minute, everyone's wearing glasses, are you glasses boy 53 or 47?