Santana Lopez

Santana Lopez || Seventeen || Manhattan, NY

Anti-Social Personality
Antisocial personality disorder is a type of chronic mental illness in which a person’s ways of thinking, perceiving situations and relating to others are abnormal — and destructive. People with antisocial personality disorder typically have no regard for right and wrong. They may often violate the law and the rights of others, landing in frequent trouble or conflict. They may lie, behave violently, and have drug and alcohol problems. And people with antisocial personality disorder may not be able to fulfill responsibilities to family, work or school.

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eric—matthews:

I should stop getting in trouble.

Fuck that.

muted-innocence:

Cassie took deep breath and smoothed out her top, swallowing back her nervousness even though it came flooding back. Since she’d arrived, Santana had made her uncomfortable every chance she got, and now, Cassie had offered to give her a back rub in order to make her feel better. But whilst she’d been trying to calm the girl down, she’d heard that Santana was messing with her. In some respects, she believed them but then again, she didn’t want too, she’d honestly believed she’d upset Santana and either way, she wanted to make it up to the girl, or at least get on her good side. She quickly brushed her hair and took one more breath before leaving. She walked along the halls, keep well to the sides as people walked past her and soon she arrived at the brunettes. She was shaking slightly and she checked her bag for her board and maker in case she muted, which was definitely a possibility. She stood straight and took a few quick breaths before knocking, her usual plain look across her face.

Laying low got boring after a while. Santana kept away from everyone for a while and stayed to herself. Her therapist said that was for the best. He said she should take time to try and analyze what her actions did. More and more she found herself in his office trying to understand what empathy was. Whatever it was, well it just seemed fucking stupid. What was the point in feeling bad about things? She was glad she didn’t have it. Now, quiet time was over and as new people arrived Santana surfaced for some fun. And fun she was having. Maybe her way going about it was a little mean, but at least she was amused. 

As she shut her laptop, Santana pulled off her hoodie and changed into a simple tank top and sweat pants. She was going to make herself comfortable for this. Something about Cassie intrigued her. She didn’t get how someone so pretty could be so fuckin’ weird. It was whatever though, she was going to have herself some fun, and if everything worked out she’d shape the girl into a nice little side kick. “Come in.” She said slightly annoyed. Why did people bother knocking when they were expected?

bottled-fabray:

icantempathize:

Clearly you are the more annoying one.

No you’d be Tod.

bottled-fabray:

Yeah yeah.

brittybeepierce:

Yeah… I just want food. And to be with you.

You’re upset.

bottled-fabray:

Still miss me?

I

brittybeepierce:

It’s just that… Nothing… I dunno. I’m fine. Id woulda gave you back rub if you asked… But I’m going to go dance now. Get dinner with me when you’re done?

I couldn’t find you. We can get dinner. Whatever you want.

bottled-fabray:

My goal is to give you diabetes.