if I’m stitting at a bar that clearly has 20 open seats and you choose to sit in the seat right next to me I will stare at you while I move over to the next seat keeping eye contact to assure you understand that you have killed my fucking vibe
well I just found out emotional self harm is a thing (e.g. consuming triggering media to make urself upset, refusing to go out and do fun things bc u feel like u don’t deserve to be happy etc) and hOOOO boy i’m being called OUT