I think you took a wrong turn back there, because you clearly aren't where you want to be. But because you are here, Welcome! I am Tyler, an insane, quirky, pun-slinging, intelligent, awkward, Wizard- like, super creepy ultra sexy steam-punk male teenager with a severe problem with fandoms. while you are here feel free to look around and lurk(or do whatever you normally do).
Ok so my grandparents are over and we’re deciding on what to do today and my grandpa recommended shrinky-dinks. And then my sweet, innocent, 5’8” grandma shouted out:
“WE CAN SHRINK A LOT OF DINKS”
“you don’t look depressed though”
oh yeah sorry i forgot to bring my literal dark cloud with me today
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry