*sad boi: if you're at least 21 years old and my whole act does something for you, you're a sad boi. come get your hug.
but also, if you're 21, my abortion could have graduated high school with you and i don't have enough executive function to be your milf. i'll still help you but if you didn't spend a frenzied day in 2005 listening to The Engine Driver on repeat and sewing your own conductor's cap...we're probably gonna be very confused by each other's allusions but that's how we learn and this is an institution of sorts.
I'm not a super fun therapist or any kind of therapist or credentialed human at all, actually. I mean, I took some AP courses in high school and the standardized tests were all like yay 96th percentile of using your brain! Then I did a bunch of coping mechanisms for 20 years (and got a BS in Business Management b/c they were like 'u gotta pick something') because they kept giving me books instead of conversation and now I google ghosts of things that the people who finished more college tried to teach me, so my point is that there's definitely "potential to be functional" {like u, sad boi}. Until I reach that potential, I'm just doing whatever I feel like and calling it art when it goes sideways. Save yourself the tuition and do the same. Or help me keep this fantasy going and pay the tuition.
I've been hurt, I've hurt people, whatever...let's move on. A dude with a clipboard can't 'fix' people like us. Playing with weirdos that want you self-actualized so they have more weirdos to play with...now, that might fix that shit.