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Insults, low humor and slurs are screeched at full volume in the cadence and rhyme scheme of a one hit wonder song from thirty years ago and I just smartly choose to not externalize any of it.
Hey, that's really similar to how mine is! Minus the slurs, thankfully, lol. But I get it.
Right now, in my head, it's a mix of Rump Shaker by Wreckx-N-Effect and Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana except that the lyrics are re-written to be horrible and mean to me, about hating myself, telling me to kill myself, I should be hit by a car, I should be stabbed in the face, etc. I am not a healthy person. :D There's usually plenty of dark/low humor and fucked up jokes I'd never say thrown in there, too. There's also often a voice that goes "hey, that's not helpful, be nice to yourself! You wouldn't treat anyone else this way!" 'cause I really am trying to be better. That and like a shotgun blast of a million other different trains of thought mixed in. It's chaotic in there.
Blackpink zip hoodie with the plastic choker, baditz maru lunchbox purse: aww, youβre sweet
2xl indecipherable metal tee, greasy hair, visible cutting scars: hello, hr?
What are you thinking of, sweetheart?
Rewriting the lyrics of in the end to be about holding open doors for ppl at the grocery store and then carrying a heavy bag for someone.