chapter nine

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I have no idea if feeling stuck, feeling lost, is a part of this disorder or if it's just me. A selfish part of me wants it to not just be me. I know that's selfish of me and yet I can't help but want it to be that way.

I went dormant a bit ago. It was nice not having the weight of our lives rest on me for once. I healed a little bit and changed. I'm still who I am but I needed that time by myself to be just myself. I wish it would happen again but longer this time.

I wish I could stop existing and let the others live their lives as their own persons instead of us all having the same body. It's gotten better but I can't help but feel like it won't ever be like being one separate whole entity of yourself.

I don't mean to be depressing, I'm just stuck in my head a lot lately. I also don't feel like writing a lot.

Who knows what will happen in the future. Maybe, just maybe, I'll feel better than this.

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