When I was 8, I remember being bored and curious and touching a lot of parents stuff... phones... wallets... legal documents...

Most parents don't put their stuff in safes...

Like... THE WALLET IS RIGHT THERE... I COULD JUST GRAB IT!

If they had age verification stuff back then... I could've just... quickly snap a pic of their ID and just YOLO it...

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[–] [S] 2 points 5 months ago

I'm more worried about losing the memories I have right now this moment.

Like... what if future me decides to go no contact...

Then mom find a sketchy mad scientist to kidnap me then brainwash me

Then me, not having the memories of all those abusive moments, I'd go back and wanna talk to her again?

I don't even know if I am really who I am anymore...

Are those memories of us spending time together even real? Is the memories of cuddling ever real? Was love ever real?

Why do I have this craving for her affection? Even while I'm so anxious and afraid of her?

What the fuck is happening in my brain?

Aaaaaahhhh

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