I’m a comfort object. I don’t know if that’s something Miss put into me, or drew out like being a mouse and a doll. Maybe it’s both. She needed one, a lot. I wish it hadn’t come at the cost of her friend. I wish I hadn’t ended up leaving her alone, too. She needed me more than she needed that… that memento of who I had been.
We're a Bunch of Weirdos
- Mostly she/her
Hi! We're a fairly diverse plural system with various origins and interests! ADHD, autism, likely BPD. Uhm... Yeah, gonna work on this a bit more soon?
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