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A poem that describes how I feel when I dissociate. Nonentity Bugs burrowing at the back of my eyes steal my sight and give me a second-hand rendition of this vision air is pumped under my flesh and my fingers fall off and my skin drifts my brains are bleeding sounds like a hurricane in my...

I apologize beforehand if a post regarding this has already been made. I have recently made the revelation that a lot of my social troubles, if not all of them, are the result of my own behavior, which is the manifestation of my perceived self-worthlessness. In reading a lot of the posts in...

Hey forum wanderers. So, basics: I'm Helena, my handle is Lynx. I'm an androgynous woman in Wyoming, USA who will be 21 on April 23. I don't want to tell a lot here because 1) people don't care about specifics without a relationship to go on first, and 2) people don't like reading long intros...