found more old journals where I describe my daily life as blurry but not "a blur"... girl (gender neutral) that's the disorder. that's the dissociation. we know now.
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found more old journals where I describe my daily life as blurry but not "a blur"... girl (gender neutral) that's the disorder. that's the dissociation. we know now.
(voice of a guy who doesn't know) yeah, the only person I'd ever date is another me. yeah idk why but if there was me but slightly different and also we were, like, one being. I'd date them. no one else tho. just the me that's not me.
plural and have some sort of unlabeled relationship with someone else in your system? call that a systuationship.
just remembered I was obsessed with the idea of possession when I was a kid. like, in a fictional sense obviously. I felt like I related to the experience without actually knowing why. ANYWAY can you believe I'm a system???
I really don't understand where people are coming from when they say this but... it's just so funny when someone asks "does your disorder have to be your whole identity" like. you mean. my identity disorder? that disorder? the one that affects my identity? that one?
(infomercial voice) have you ever had trouble making your bed because of the sheer amount of (wacky text wiggles on screen) STUFFED ANIMALS ??? Well do we have a solution for YOU
let your littles sort the stuffed animals in rainbow order. let them do this. let your littles out. and apparently one teenager. nope scratch that two. apparently two teens. ok the teens have taken over the activity. we are now vigorously sorting the stuffed animals. and arguing on how to sort them.
the bed has not been made. the bed has been forgotten. the war ravages on.
love watching Markiplier play a game he clearly doesn't like. let's be haters with mama.