dissociative identity disorder

  • I Only Have an Hour

    I Only Have an Hour

    I hate coffee. Yet it’s too scary to break the norm, break past what this body has been saying and doing for years. I am just an observer. Even if it means spending £2.50 on pretending to be someone else in a room full of strangers. Masking is so deeply ingrained into me. I hate…

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  • Half an Hour in my Head

    Half an Hour in my Head

    Trapped in some kind of time loop. You’re new here. You might be new to the time loop and understanding how we function is alien to you. The text here might hold the key.

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