you know when ur disassociating and your eyes take a few seconds to keep up with your surroundings and it feels like you're listening to everything through an untuned radio that clears out everyso often but mostly produces a fuzzy, static version of the real sound and information floods to you in short bursts so you have terrifying moments of awareness and you kinda look at your palms and flex your fingers like "is this me or am i watching through someone else's eyes" and the things you taste are bland and blend together into one grey flavour and time just feels like a thick jelly
edit i might have emotional detachment disorder fuckign ignore me
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Randomnote from the far future, in much better times; consider this book a diary, an archive, a live day by day biography- of the lowest point of my life so far. draw entertainment from it, by all means, but take it as a warning, of all the bad that comes...
