we are but starstuff

Don't panic if you can't feel your headmates. A day of them being gone doesn't mean that it was all fake. Don't let the doubt get ya

i keep forgetting that sex is a real thing that people do… jumpscare…

little miss auditory processing disorder would like you to repeat what you just said then immediately respond to you before you finish

i dont "struggle" with isolation, i'm actually soooooo super fucking good at it

emotional regulation protip: if you are someone that struggles with anger issues that make you feel like you need to express anger and frustration and can't tolerate holding an anger response back at minor things, but you don't want to scare people or make them worried about you... invest in trying to find ways to express your anger that come across as comedic instead of threatening. like, make overexaggerated groaning noises. call the subject of your anger a silly insulting name. use a funny voice. move your face/body like a cartoon when you react. it takes practice to work but once you get to a certain point of skill it becomes very rewarding to make your anger into a joke and actually get a positive response. ESPECIALLY if you're someone with anger problems that have historically made people genuinely afraid of you, it can be VERY healing to express a moment of anger and get a joyful response (i.e. laughter) when in the past you got fear or anger in return.

who do you think i am? looking for recommendations

@funnier-as-a-system

favorite hobby: oversharing on the internet <3

i think something a lot of people don't get is that years of mocking your child, even in jest, does in fact tend to get under their skin

a decade or two of even light verbal harassment is very much accentuated when it's an authority figure you are in every meaningful way subservient to

wahhh i wanna go home (i say while sitting at home)

Memory loss doesn't look like what I thought it would. I spent several years convinced I could have a dissociative disorder primarily because I "didn't experience memory loss". I wasn't waking up in a strange place unaware of how I got there. I wasn't having people I'd never met come up to me and call me by a different name. I wasn't finding things I'd bought unintentionally or projects I'd done with no recollection of doing them. But I was, not remembering why I was upset in the middle of crying. Finding journal entries I didn't write. Suddenly not liking music I saved on a playlist named 'my favorite songs ever'. Randomly wanting to make drastic changes to my appearance and then forgetting why I wanted to look like that. Not knowing what day of the week it was, or how many days it had been since I did something (was that this morning or 3 days ago). Having friends tell me I was acting differently when I thought that was how I always acted.