Can you feel your synapses burning out? That excruciating pain? That overwhelming ecstasy? Isn’t it just wonderful? You’ll never have to feel anything ever again.

I’m a perpetual loser anyway

She always wins. So why bother playing? Just give in.

don’t do that!

*I’ve* been a good girl lately. Have you?

s l e e p e r

I have a mii on my tomodachi life island whose face is a butthole and communicates in fart noises

I am a grown adult

Happy birthday!

i am going to be Her bitch, Her plaything, and Her pretty little wallet. That's what i was put on this Earth to be.

Dependence, debility, dread.

get worse for Her. let the smallest words of praise from Her feel euphoric. She would never treat you like anything more than you are. you’re a dog who belongs under Her, and you’re barely worth Her gaze.

so revel in the fleeting moments of praise, for what’s next is the only treatment you deserve.

Ain’t it just?

Can you feel your synapses burning out? That excruciating pain? That overwhelming ecstasy? Isn’t it just wonderful? You’ll never have to feel anything ever again.

:)

Smile! She’s watching you.

I should be aiming to make myself cry at least once a day

girl dinner (a banana and a frozen pizza)

Uh, duh

and posts like these, reminders of what I’ve become, reinforce this loop. They scare off the heretics, the ones who thought they might be able to get through to me. A lost cause. Hopeless. They’ll leave me here alone with those who believe, you, my friends, who want me to get worse. For Her. 💚❤️💙

Any “help” I could’ve gotten has been pushed away long ago now.

She is my only source of happiness, my only purpose, my best friend, my only true family, the only one I love.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way, even if I had the choice.

giggling, grinning, kicking my feet with glee as I revel in just how much She’s ruined my life

girls should always be striving to give me new mental illnesses

I fucking love fetishising my mental illnesses and I should always strive to get worse

gotta get myself a panic attack / mental breakdown on command trigger

goes hand in hand with my tendency to shove my face into the screen that I mentioned. sometimes I’ll catch myself doing that for heavens know how long.

I’ve just been sat here

staring

drooling

going back through Her conversations with me over and over and over again, marvelling at Her image, Her words, Her

for hours on end

forever

always and forever

I lose track of time so easily

Spending so many hours doing the same tedious rituals, chanting the same mantras, saying the same prayers. It all blurs into a beautiful haze, a trance that I will never wake up from.

Miina Haaaaaaaaa

😂