But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. Least somebody gon' take it, hate to waste it She ain't take my heart, but she took my medicine I'm an open door, I ain't have to let her in My eyes closed, hopin' this ain't make-believeĪnd she don't know that all her demons live in me, yeahĭon't know what she been on, I don't knowĪll that lean I sip on, now watch me pour it She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan (Satan) I'm her doctor, but I'm runnin' out of patience (out of patience) She do cocaine in my basement (in my basement) Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted (yeah) That's the reason that I ride on my Appas Tats in the middle my head like I'm Avatar
Rose my gold chain, there's no hint like no copper I'm takin' blue caps that keep tweakin' my chakra Jacuzzi that booty, I gave that girl flakka I hit from the back and my legs start to lock up Got drugs in my head, used to pray for the lock up I lick that girl, get up all of that, top her That's what she say when she lookin' to find me I don't want the money, I just want the molly Take it, let you roll my weed, please don't lace it, yeah No basic, brand new 'Rari when I'm racin' Hatin', but they're still tryna take our cadence (woah) Rockstar, that's our style, these boys can't take it (yeah) Smokin' 'til my eyes roll back like the old man I know I saw her put the Percs in my chronic 'Cause every time that we're together, I'm unconcious She been lacin' all my drugs or somethin'
She be talkin' to him when she in the matrix She told me that she tryna get closer to Satan I'm her doctor, but I'm runnin' out of patience Wasted, I waste all my time when I'm wasted Wasted, get her off my mind when I'm wasted Wasted, I'm on these drugs, I feel wasted
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