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me, laying awake at night: why do like 4 alters all have basically the same name this is fukcing riduclous

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Hello Google, how to ctrl+alt+delete mental illness

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me: suddenly types with a writing quirk and/or talks with a verbal tic

me:

me:

me:

me:huh weird I guess it's nothing-

new alter: hi (:3

me: I fucking knew it

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So our only safe food rn is cinnamon toast crunch, so Pluto has abbreviated it to CTC and keeps on saying, “We need our CTC fix” and oh my god shut the hell up

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ADHD/Dissociative Gothic

Thoughts don’t last long enough in your head to write down. They leave mid sentence and all you’re left with is, “remember to look up-” scribbled on a scrap of paper Look up what? You can’t remember. You have 7 new tabs open waiting to be used in the faint hope that the thought comes back. The sterile white nothingness of the blank tab bores into your skull. You lose all hope

There’s this itch in your brain telling you that you’ve forgotten something. The mental equivalent of 70 scattered notes around the room that only contain the damning words “remember to look up-” The itch never goes away. A constant useless reminder

Your thoughts generate faster than you can cognitively recognize them. Like a video put on 2x speed. A traffic jam of thoughts pool up in your mind. Words are jumbled; you cannot understand them. The words now meaningless when separated from their sentence contexts and fighting to be heard nonetheless. You have a headache

Your thoughts seem slippery like a wet soap bar. You catch it for a brief, blissful moment before it slips through your fingers and you forget. You mange to catch it again for a moment shorter than the last. You forget. The endless and cruel cycle continues.

You were going to write something here. You know you were, you left a blank space here for a reason. At least you though you did…. what were you going to write? Something about… You can’t finish this thought; you’ve already gotten distracted and moved to another blank below

“Let’s get dressed,” you think. You’ve been wearing the same shirt and pants for the last five days. You take off your shirt and throw it to the floor… Time passes. Wait why are you shirtless? You better get into something comfortable. You pick up you pick up a shirt off the floor and decide to wear that.

A reminder pops up on your phone. You’re late. Panic surges through you. You don’t remember what your appointment was for

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watch me dissociate and fight Crypton outside in the parking lot for continuously hating Meiko for no apparent reason 

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Updated my about pages

like this post if u read pls~

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I did a lot of cleaning today! I did my mom and my sister a favour and cleaned my sister’s room bc my mom said she couldnt touch it cus it gave her too much anxiety. My sister has OCD and I know she wouldnt be able to clean it either bc its just gotten too bad; plus she has a job and that leaves her without energy to take it on once she gets home.

Mom said I preformed a small miracle, so I feel good that I helped them out (^o^)

I also organized my bookcase in my room and threw out a lot of old school stuff from last year. Whew~ now Im tired