Getting hit by a bus counts, right? My fault, actually- I was about 10 years old, wasn't thinking and tried to run across an intersection without looking for traffic...
I thought I'd experienced some seriously fucked up shit before, but this was beyond that. I had PTSD for weeks afterwards. That it was only fiction didn't seem to matter.
I was told Season 2 was vastly more lighthearted, but I'm too afraid to read it. I don't want to possibly have a nervous breakdown.
Also back when I was a little shit wrestling with a friend and I explicitly told him not to do a swanton bomb off the couch. The asshole actually did. Honestly, I've never been able to trust him ever since nineteen ninety eight when the undertaker threw mankind off hell in a cell and plummeted sixteen feet through an announcer's table.
Driving. I often see myself dying in a car crash when I'm about to fall asleep - suddenly I'm behind the wheel of a car and I crash head on and die horribly.
The front page of FA honestly scares the shit outta me. I do not know what compelled somebody to draw Mufasa with paws instead of ears-
And I don’t know if it’s worse if it’s a fetish or if it’s not
The front page of FA honestly scares the shit outta me. I do not know what compelled somebody to draw Mufasa with paws instead of ears-
And I don’t know if it’s worse if it’s a fetish or if it’s not
Oh pshaw, it's not like you see that kind of stuff all the time. See, I refreshed the front page just now and there's just normal stuff like a hyper futa, Freddy Fazbear's asshole, a Vaporeon wearing diapers and crudely drawn implied vore
Not sure which is more traumatising. Something particular that happened, still not being able to talk about it, or is it both, or is it how it makes me feel and want act to this day.
For now I will hide my thoughts with a smile.
Losing my home in Hurricane Katrina and consequently my family being permanently impoverished when I was around 8 and hindering my ability to socialize due to being forced into a new environment with no one around and no friends
My biological mother dying when I was 10ish
Sexual abuse from a cousin I received repeatedly as a young child resulting in them being taken to court and sent to prison
College and its neverending work demands crushing me into a state of depression
Constant exposure to online discourse and callouts making me afraid of existing and paranoid of people around me
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