Jul 10, 2023
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The second day of the AO3 DDOS attack and I’m really am bored because I can’t read my fanfics. ☠️
Welcome to the Internet I guess. /(0,0)\. But at least I have patience but I’m sad that the hackers are denying this. I can’t read any dead dove do not eat nor male pregnancy fanfics. Just why did the hackers attack AO3?!
How do you pronounce DDoS?
D-D-o-S
D-DoS
Other
when you can’t tell if you decided last minute because you said it or they forgot or if it was all because you told yoursel(ves)f a lie to complicate your life and now everything is foggy and far away.
Observations (June 2nd, 2015, posted on the 3rd of June, 2015) I accidentally wrote the date wrong. May 25th. And then I got the date right, but I wrote the year as 2006. Was that a flashback of some sort or is this just a time disturbance? I did so without any second thought.
Maybe I react this way, so I can do what I like to do when I need to bury things. Get on the internet and also try and be creative because what else do I have, really?
But I must be observant, and it's difficult to explain but I find this makes me more in tune with my other selves. It's strange saying that but I need to be honest with myself. and I think that I have significant identity disturbances surrounding dissociation. But I need to analyse, where and how they change. Diary entrys are important. I’ll keep most of those lists and summaries to myself until I feel the time is right.
Observatations
10 am, it was June 01.15
Things are spiraling downward. And I can feel myself separate more than I ever thought was possible. Last night I realized how much I dissociate and how much it changes me. I always try to keep note of these things, but most times I let myself forget. Something wants me to cope. But some part of me wants me to regress and understand why I am the way I am. I am somehow protecting myself through it all at the same time. I just want to be normal and I know that there will never be a moment in my life where I’m fully entirely happy. I’m so so tired from it. Trying to be functional is so tiresome and it makes me want to sleep. Everything is shutting down and feels deteriorated. Being dragged through the mud is wearing me down and I just want to run and hide forever.