sometimes i forget how filled with hatred i am because disassociation is the only way i survive. literally all i do is compartmentalise every little memory and feeling and emotion and thought, and then store it away so i don’t have to think about any of it on an emotive level. because that’s the only way i can actually live. the moment i start tapping into those feelings, i become so filled with hatred and resentment and sadness it overtakes my whole being to the point i don’t even feel like a real person anymore
Jacqui. 21 year old Aussie. Sydney-sider but Londoner at heart. Media student. PTSD. ESFP. Libra sun, Leo moon, Aquarius rising. I like fashion, intersectional feminism, music, atheism, hedonism, beer, sex positivity, cinema, reality television, television in general, photography, travel, nail polish, make up, headwear, inebriation, kindness, swearing, sudoku and other things.
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