oh gods who am I??
I hate how normal disassociation is within my normal life. Because what do you mean I don’t remember most my life? That I suddenly just disappear and reappear with new clothing, figures, drinks just anything and everything and I need to deal with the fall out of it from my family and friends…
Its painful knowing that actions I don’t remember doing add onto how I’m perceived by others as well, its borderline terrifying knowing that I could be perfectly stable and then in a minute or even hour; everything I had built up is gone.
Genuine nightmare fuel.















