I like to fantasize about having mental illness or injury, especially showing others. When I’m alone I like to talk to myself and act like I have an eating disorder, or I’m being physically abused, and/or pretend I’m talking to someone about it and saying it’s no big deal. I’ll imagine being around people with a cast on, or broken arm, or maybe some sort of injury. I like people to pity me and see me as a victim and I don’t know why. It brings me a weird pleasure. I think this is also why I’m so quick to tell people about bad things going on in my life, like my abusive background etc.
You and everyone else on the left. Victimhood is damned popular these days.
Mental illness is nothing to wish. You’d never make it if you had it truly. It corroded and twists. Utter hell.
I mean, you clearly have an actual mental illness if you’re fantasizing this stuff, so you’re not really lying?