I am a fucking joke...
It would be so easy to monologue a comedy routine, based on me....
I have fucking tatts on each hand to tell me left from right...
I have fucking lists all over the house to remind me to do stuff...
I get lost fucking using a "WAZE" gps app...
I drop every damn thing I try to pick up..
I can't judge corners so I bump into everything...
My body is covered in bruises because I am such a clutz..
I forget what I am trying to tell someone, in mid sentence...
I can't discern if someone is just "teasing me" or "being serious"..
I cry and laugh at the most inappropriate things...
I am having huge lapse in time...I will think it is like 2:00 pm but in reality it is 6:00pm...where, what, how, did 4 hours vanish??
shit...I am the epitome of the "blonde" joke....
I've just discovered I have D.I.D. Its not easy for me or my alters. As you read these blog entries, some are by me and some are by them. Each one us expressing a moment of joy or frustration as we learn to adapt to our new life and flood of bad memories.
Wednesday, October 3, 2018
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