My alter count is approaching 20. This is all still relatively new to me so it's easy and common for me to look inwards with lamentation.
We feel so broken.
One must imagine a chronically kicked puppy.
We feel so broken.
One must imagine a chronically kicked puppy.
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I feel so low functioning, but honestly I was never that much better in the first place.
Maybe we're cursed; forever isolating.