guy with mommy issues: i like being called good boy
girl with mommy issues: this wretched earth has no place for me but i am enslaved to my flesh and kin for why do i feel obligated to exist if my only purpose is to decay
“girls w no female friends are a red flag” no a lot of us just had weird moms okay like sorry the first lady i ever met hated my guts for some reason and it resulted in me being an off-putting brunch companion forgive me
There are photos in my phone that erode my trust and loosen my tether, I call them the mood destructors and they serve no purpose other than to shoot shrapnel directly into my brain upon contact