My name is Bambi, I'm literally the living personification of a car crash.
On here to complain to strangers and rant about my hyperfixations.
(22)(infp-t)(Bi)
“Emma and I have always loved each other, really… I’ve always had a soft spot for her, and that continues to the day.” “Nothing has ever ever ever happened romantically with us. We just love each other.”
tbh if someone just handed me a pressure washer and set me loose in the streets i would go into a trance and just start hosing shit down indiscriminately. it’s not a question of how much i could clean, but how long until i get hit by a car and die
“I don’t want to die, I just don’t want to exist any more” sounds mild if you’ve never experienced it, but it is in fact a horrible, violent way to feel.