The Archive

The grass I touch doesn’t help. And now my hands are itchy. And my pants got wet from dew. I’m going fucking inside.

Okay hear me out. I’ve used this here gun to shoot myself in the foot. You could take the rest of the bullets. Let’s. Here. The barrel? My head? Yeah, yeah. Now put your fingers on the trigger..

I’m sorry we never tell you who’s fronting. We’re so deathly worried of being disliked that sometimes it’s impossible to tell because someone we care about is around. Or it’s some fuckass fictive.

Having DID is like playing the Sims and having little to no control over which self destructive Sim is in charge, or what shit they get up to.

If systemhood made any sense it would be like “your child brain needs a protector” and then the fractures psyche would be like “ONE protector coming up”. And instead my child brain decided endless parrel. These bitches are going to fight with each other. Sourcemates will form at different times. People within the system will have grudges WITH EACH OTHER. This alter is engaged to this other alter. Why not? This headmate hates this other headmate and won’t explain why. GREAT!

I feel like everyone else is a mermaid and I’m just a human with my legs wrapped in suran wrap