W O N D E R L A N D D E R E A L I Z A T I O N

Always open for a chatter! Posting about DID,DPDR,ART.

[wonderlandderealization]

Isn’t it just lovely when you have a great day and then you hate yourself again

[kuutamosonaatti]

Jiro Taniguchi, The Walking Man

[kxowledge]

Sophocles, Philoctetes

[teenageexorcist666]

[wonderlandderealization]

Honestly I’m just done with everything. Bye!

[danger]

[mechandra]

dissociation

[animatedtext]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to John Allan wr. c. January 1831, featured in “Letters,”

[inkflowergarden]

[seateeth]

do u ever suddenly realise how unpopular and disliked and lonely you are and then you’re kind of just like ohhhhhhhhhh o k

[middlemistgrey]

an emptiness that won't go away

[8-bitstories-deactivated2020062]

[neoncitydreams]

[lecata]

maybe in another life

[wonderlandderealization]

I got a huge stuffed animal as a birthday gift. I love it with all my heart. But then again, looking at it makes me sad. Why? Because I am so used to being unfortunate and miserable. Calling it mine feels unreal and like a dream. I am waiting for myself to wake up, so that I can get over the disappointment as quickly as possible. But in fact, it is no dream. It’s just that I’m not used to being fortunate in my life anymore. It’s sad that I’m already in a state where getting a big ass stuffed animal is something so wonderful to me that I know for a fact it must be a dream because good things don’t happen to me.

[wonderlandderealization]

I didn’t wanna come here again.

But I’m in a bad state right now. It feels like I’m only here when, yes, I‘m in a bad state.

Memories from childhood trauma eat me up from inside.

I don’t know my family. I can’t recognize their faces. I panic and want to cry but I can’t show it.

I flinch when someone raises their hand, not even trying to hurt nor even touch me, just out of the moment, and tears crawl up my eyeballs.

Why the hell would I tell this to a bunch of unknown people on the Internet who don’t know me, who don’t even care?

Because I have no one else. Only you, the anon from behind that screen, and myself.