I’ve always had a really bad fear of abandonment, i used to call it “separation anxiety” which i guess that makes sense but it was to the point of thinking my parents would have some elaborate plan to leave me if they had to run into a gas station or something like that. I was super young too, i would always think “they’re going to go into the gas station and then exit out the back and leave me to die in the car.” 

I don’t remember a large portion of my life, though i do remember copying everything certain people did because i looked up to them. My family thought “she’s young and she’s malleable” not “this bitch is developing a series of mental illnesses and eventually it will be hard for her to make friends or have anyone that can tolerate her because she’s acts like she’s never seen a person before. i enjoy comparing myself to a caveman, it makes me laugh and seems entirely reasonable. My only form of communication most of the time is just frustrated grunting and sighs so i think it checks out well. anyways 