The more we hangout with irl people, the more we realize just how desensitized we are
On multiple occasions, our closest sister (in age and in friendship) has looked at us concerned whilst we were both high and it makes us feel like there must be something fundamentally wrong with me
There are dark thoughts in this head of ours but they're more on the OLD scale of things,
We want to go to therapy to heal (is what we tell our family) but I don't know anymore, do we?
Everything is so confusing, happy stimming feels like a good electricity while bad stimming feels like an electrical current that is weak and sparks too early, something must be wrong with the wire...
Yesterday, we had a thought. We relate to a Cigarette, and if we ever smoke again we won't crunch them under our feet because we know how isolating and alone that made us feel.. it sounds crazy to empathize with objects and animals, especially animals, it sounds crazy in Society's Eye but I don't care what Society thinks anymore. I am a me and a we, i do not have time for Society's petty games. I'm autistic, there might be disorders stacked on top of that, no one ever knows for sure.
I don't know where we're going with this... I'm gonna smoke more weed. That's what we do to get out of our head out from harmful thoughts, the weed helps us vocalize them instead of pushing them away...
I wish we were still at our bestie's house.. he would understand better than our sister.. me and him think similarly.
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The Youngest
HorrorWe hold absolutely nothing back in this book; these are unfiltered thoughts btw. We write in this book to vent / rant; whatever we need. We will update this book as we go on. This is a Diary of sorts for a Complex DID System whose been through RAMC...
