This reminds me of an online thing that I had going with someone that started in my late teens. Even the line about not having empathy was something that I remember, which I never bought. And talking about self harm, suicide, trouble distinguishing dreams from actual events etc. That was a wild ride. I eventually found out, when everything was crashing and burning, that a lot of stories and details of stories were made up too.

Funnily enough, after years of not talking, she’s probably one of my ‘best’ and longest running friends now lol. Someone that I can talk to about anything with (literally the only person I’ve ever discussed gender identity related shit with). I wasn’t born perfect either, and put her through just as much hell, so we’ve both seen and dealt with each other at our worst and lowest, which makes a good kind of shoulder to cry on if you can make it through the other side of that.

And in her case, it was part edginess and part mental health lol. Bipolar and being a teenager that wanted to fit in with the alternative scene and be dark and morbid and shit. Which I actually get to some extent too. When I was young I used to say that I’d be part of club 27 because I thought that a cool thing to say and imagine for myself. Until someone actually pointed out how fucked up it is to go around talking like that.