you know, for a show called yandere high school, im kinda surprised that there wasn't more... yandere. yeah, there was some, but then they kinda got sidetracked by drugs and gay sex. Which, to be fair, same.
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I mostly send takes when I'm super hopped up on essentially 17 different horse tranquilizer level meds or hella stoned so half the time I don't remember them until I see them on my dash. sorry for making you deal with that mod Courtney </3
It’s okay live ur best life
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Why does knowing I have DID because ✨DID Problems✨ make said problems both less and more Terrifying.
Like I know what it is and how to cope. I'm getting really good at it in fact.
But also these are like. Problem problems. I dunno if we can counsel ourselves outta this one gang..
Blogging time! Cuz like yeah it's objectively weird but just another Sunday for us lmao
Like tell me why, when we headed back to work shortly after hanging out with a friend, "we" briefly couldn't even remember who we hung out with. Except now that I know what's going on, I realize when I'm not fronting. This other alter fronted by surprise, probably because we were deciding where to work tonight.
Like cool I know why I was so out of it but still Doing Things but the WHY there makes things. So incredibly complicated for me. And bro felt baaaaad like shit he didn't remember jack. Because duh the Guy Who Was Not There fronted only after the other human is Gone. Some alters just can't help but mask and it's not good for us so they don't front with others around, you know the basics lol
And why do we feel like a bad friend even though we remember them perfectly clearly now. We remember them, but we had to consciously communicate it... To someone else in our own head... Like a thought-game of telephone? And like u know what it's like to think u can feel your brain working, and mine's like "compartmentalize or else." Whoops! Having fun? Many people wanna share front? Gonna slice up the memories! Oh you're conscious of this process? Amnesia. Get shadow realmed bitch you're not about to come into contact with something you shouldn't be reminded of. DAMN being wired for Living is so cool actually but also mom pick me up I'm scared (picks myself up). We always remember after a moment or two, which is why we never used to suspect amnesia to begin with. I will never understand why latching onto guilt for every little thing seems to be hardwired into our being.
It's up and down really, and makes socializing tough even though we love interacting with our friends so much. And Idk we always have really good communication when we're happy (and high ngl) but sometimes if we're alone we connect a lot of dots and don't know what to do with them. Silly funny interesting things and not something legit keeping me too dissociated to drive lmaoooo good thing we're freelance
BUT because we stopped, we saw a raccoon skitter across the ground. I love raccoons, they're cute. We were just thinking about them earlier. Makes up for the Horrors I think.
Tryna make some more money before bed but my phone is crying "no signal" despite working on certain apps. Guess I'm being forced to chill for a second. We're doing just fine and hopefully have a whole new job soon. We saw a magazine at the store that had part of the title obscured and all that remained visible was "your mind works." I think I'll take that as a good sign because uh it sure does! We deal we deal.
Being myself is the best advice I ever actually followed but damn this is difficult.
So yeah internal communication is a fuck. But less so than it used to be.
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im watching mask girl and im OBSESSED w it, every frame is so fun to look at
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Gortash was never a big drug/alcohol user-- he hates feeling out of control. The only times he would drink or smoke to excess was parties and only to match other participants. Alcohol doesn't affect him as quickly as smoke does so he is more likely to agree to drinking than anything else since he knows his threshold is more.
He is, however, very heavy-handed with drinks. Terrible at measurement. He can do smoke tricks though if he's already smoking and someone asks him to he might even be willing to shotgun someone if he is between that fine line of buzzing and messed up
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You’re pinned image makes you look like some kind of missionary or prophet or something. What say thou, Saint of Sleepy?
uhhhh fukin,,,, go to bed on time annnnd don't get kidnapped by 43yo white guys. also do cocaine
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humor is a coping mechanism
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PSA
FUCKING CHECK YOUR NERDS AND SKITTLES THIS YEAR
People are disguising fentanyl (a deadly drug) as Nerds and Skittles. Make sure you check your candy because people are bad and want to see other people suffer.
@fading-bisexual-queen-milkshake @maxies-self-ships
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throwing this out there bc why the fuck not
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a basic on jungwoo and who he is for until i can get myself to create his full carrd !
tw: se/f h/rm, suic/de, drug ment, murder, blood, gore, ect.
born to a famous author of poetry books and a professional ballet dancer, jungwoo lived a fairly regular life until he turned six years old. first it was the move from the jeju islands of the coast of south korea to the country side of montana for a job his father could never refuse, promises of a long time salary with next to no forced work and a team he adored.
it wasnt a month before the church girls showed up on their porch, cheery voices and captivating smiles. they spoke about their savoir for an hour upon the old couch, about sacrifice and the sacred need to be faithful to their lord. it was his mother’s quiet refusal, the moment when she stood and requested she be given time before committing to such work as a committed church when things went wrong.
they pounced on her, took the muscle from her thigh and shoved it into both her and jungwoo’s young throats, forced them to remember they are nothing more than flesh and bone and they should be grateful they have been blessed with life. jungwoo watched his mother slowly bleed to death, choking on her own flesh.
he remains with a limp in his right leg from the blade of the kitchen knife.
a year later, on the eve of his 7th birthday, jungwoo finds his father hanging by his tie by the bedroom ceiling fan and feels nothing.
from ages seven to seventeen he remains an orphan in south korea far from where he was born, always returned for threatening with knives and screaming from night terrors. he finds himself strapped to his bed at night, trapped like a fly in a web. he slowly becomes quieter, slowly resigns into the pain until it no longer rips at his wrists and shoots up his legs, until he lays in quiet mourning and cannot think about anything but the dark.
this is when he begins writing, drawing strange images of girls and blood. he draws his parents but only their last moments. he creates stories of gore and missed opportunities, of revenge and sorrow, and on the first day of august he is published for a novel he named ‘cherry street’.
finally, now seventeen, he leaves the foster care system and gains a manager. she teaches him and cares for him, leaves him alone at night in the living room wit the promise to behave. and he does for her.
he grows and he gets his own apartment when hes 20, buys the blinds and locks himself in is study for hours. he gains an ego from al the attention, gets addicted to painkillers because they make his heart stop aching. he writes every day like its a need, like he would never survive if he didnt vent onto his keyboard and his sketchbooks.
he is hospitalized for a year when he turns 23. his manager found him clawing at his own thighs, tearing at the skin until blood poured from the edges as if looking for something. a horrible trip and his nightmares becoming real.
he leaves the hospital once again quiet, fake smiles and gentle caresses. he stops writing and blocks his manager’s number. he swears he sees his stories out of the corners of his eyes, like they are following him, desperate to be finished, talked about, adored. he is 27 now and still he is haunted.
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i want!!! to suck cock so bad. g o d I want to choke on something right now. take a few hits, take a shot, deepthroat, repeat hhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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Coming out to say very proud of myself for staying sober for a week. Which is crazy considering I p much spent every other day last year high.
That being said I'm giving myself permission to eat this edible because goddamn the flashbacks got hands.
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idk breh
me when im actually craig tucker !! im geniunely better now guys i look in the mirror and im hapy now i just wanna go home theg said thy cant send me home but they can they just wont because their assholes i have a 1.1 and its annoying i almost kissed a girl and i was happy !! but no w im sad adn slept all day i wish they didnt drug me up at 11 bruh now im 13 and i dont neeed meds im fine i used to do drugs every dqy ane drink and i was happy !! now im sad as fuck, i was s happy bruh !!! i jus wna get this over q and die im so happy tho bruh like i need to CHOOSE and i cant see my keyboard bc its so dark kms
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Okay, we are going to learn a new word today:
Indigestion.
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