Parts. Self states. Headmates. Alters. Others. The voices. My guys. My gremlins. My brain. My little freaks. Bitches in my head. My brain worms. My ???s. Brain squatters. Them. You know, the guys. The cats and dogs smacking each other in my head. The children demanding snacks.
if you're a young person (or tbh any age, but it's usually pretty young people) and you find yourself in a "friend group" where the entire group dynamic seems to be built on hating people and even harassing them: GET OUT OF THERE. NOW.
i pride myself in being “kind” and being a stepping mat for anyone to walk over without a complaint but that doesn’t make me a good person. i am not a good person. i hope this guilt carries with me until my last waking moment
Atm, listening to music makes me nauseous
Not even trying to understand this one
Im tired
I have been experimenting with different stuff to see what triggers it
Its just
"Someone using their voices" but more specially screamo/opera
Someone talking is fine tho
asking for support feels like ripping my own teeth out and receiving support without reciprocating feels like having my skin flayed off my body and I have no other way to describe it