Flash back

 December 7:


I remember when I was a little girl and I was wearing someone I think my aunts nightgown and I was throwing a fit for whatever reason and I remember they were all sitting around the table my aunts uncles idk like 6 of my family members laughing at me and then when I’m screaming and crying and yelling don’t laugh at me they laughed harder and eventually I peed my pants and then the laughing turns to shouting and now I’m in trouble



Some times my brain is like a radio switching stations faster than I can keep up with my mind is on a trail going at Mach holy fuck and a word or a thought catches my attention and off my mind goes while my fingers are still typing the first thought so now I’m doing both. My mind is a like a radio

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