I scrapped a bit as a kid. I was bullied a lot and so I stopped caring about whether I won fights (physical, verbal, etc) and started caring about how much damage I could accumulate before I went down. I was the same way with my abusive family. I learned that I was never going to win a fight with them so I started going for damage points in retaliation to mistreatment, religious oppression, and sexual assault. I spent the first 18 years of my life trying to survive and play the sick games I was thrown into.
The military was the same way. I knew I couldn't win with superiors when I...
A nightmare fuel smile with teeth out of line a rabbit-toothed face stuck in my pre-pubescant phase where I was told I was ugly 'cause fuck me- I don't think I'll ever be okay
The only kid on the playground swinging on the swingsets that creaked with the wind and the only sound were stories I was creating in my head and the only time I felt safe was when I was hiding deep in the fantasy I thought they'd hunt until it was dead