I am absolutely still not okay from losing the last of my family, besides an older sibling.

But I have to go into work anyways because the place I work at doesn't pay me for bereavement.

Forced to swallow my grief and trauma all for the sake of just performing the same task I've done day in and day out all over again like I'm some fucking machine

Me, please do this to me

My coping mechanism is wanting to absolutely whore myself out to feel validation for my existence

A trans elder wisdom

Oh god my tits hurt

Absol-ute
Obsession
<3

I'm crossfaded after a 12 hour shift