Dissociate Stories

Gerard Way was hopeless. He only had his little brother, Mikey. They had always been close but Gerard knew he was slowly tearing them apart. Mikey was the only thing he loved, his only reason. But he needed Mikey to hate him. It wasn't an option. [TW: suicide, depression, mental disorders, eating disorders, self-harm, language]

Life can drag you down, sometimes you help it.

A poem about panic attacks

Sometimes, When life gets really painful, My eyeballs flutter around, Like tiny little butterflies, And my brain flies away, To better days.

Aloneness is different than lonliness.

Mateo Alvarez is a King in the eyes of the business community. From a young age of 22, he took over his father's company and rose it to the top, giving him everything that he could ever want that money could buy him. Yet still, even with all of his possessions, a King can feel empty. So what happens when this King gets temporary custody of a frail, little 'mouse' who just so happens to be connected to the one person he thought was out of his life for good.

Entry 5 - circa 2017

This is going to talk about my experiences and my alters will give some information about themselves!

Our day to day life.

a poem I wrote on February 12, 2020

Things like blood and gore never scared of her, but the thought of someone leaving frightened her, made bumps raise on her skin, her lips dry out and her soft hands get rough. But it wasn't the thought of someone leaving, it was when they did. When they would leave with no warning, or reason. Reason was her priority now, after having a life full of abandonment and distrust she only trusted someone, if she gave them a reason too. He gave her a reason too one day, but proved her accusations and arguments right. All in just a few words.

not a schoolwork this time ^^

What the subconscious may hold, truth or not, is something to be ventured.

Ego Death

a journal for when i probably dissociate or lose my mind after going through a lot of things //cover is not definite

Life can be a pain when you're self medicating.

i don't know how to explain this. i guess it's kind of like a diary? warning- could potentially be triggering... in lots of ways. please don't read if you're easily upset or triggered! stay safe ❤️

Room of Requirement fire from Draco's pov. Idk what I'm doing but here goes! *Disclaimer: obviously I don't own the characters or Harry Potter, and I also don't hold with Rowling's views on the lgbtq+ community.* I could feel the fire licking at the base of our wobbly tower. There was nowhere else to go from here. No more towers to scramble up, no more constructions to climb. This was it.The heat radiated from all sides, the bitter smoke shoving itself down my nose and scratching my throat. I felt myself dissociating, my brain pulling me out of reality. It was a trick I'd used often over the years of secret meetings, sudden deaths, constant terror. I imagined someone telling my parents about this. They probably wouldn't even react. You don't show weakness. It's the first rule of being a Malfoy.

the quite girl and class clown have a lot more in common then u think ⚠️HUGE TW⚠️ •TBC •