March 27, 2012
we sort of feel peaceful today

we had a fight with someone that used to be a part of our life this morning, but we stood up for ourselves and we told him how we really felt. that always feels really good.

after we broke up he pretended to have DID in order to get attention from his new girlfriend and all of our friends. we’d rather get attention for being good at something than for being a fucking psychopath.

he got over the disorder in like 3 weeks. 

wish we knew who his therapist was. fucking asshole.

March 27, 2012

69shadesofgray said: in case someone forgot to tell you today, you're beautiful.

:). thank you. seriously. 

March 27, 2012
suavenewstranger:

Well Fuck

suavenewstranger:

Well Fuck

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Filed under: death Life Funny Sex Oh damn 
March 27, 2012
cut for first time in years

get blood all over couch. cut more to punish self for getting blood all over couch. good job. 

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March 27, 2012
I tend to take out the anger I have towards other people on my own body.

(Source: )

March 27, 2012
i haven’t cut in years

it never goes away. you only stopped for him. not for you.

hahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahaha. one day it wont be enough anymore :)

do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it do it.

you know you just want to feel it. one more time. 

March 27, 2012
happily-forever-ana:

Gee, my day went swell. How was yours??

happily-forever-ana:

Gee, my day went swell. How was yours??

(Source: trigger--me)

March 27, 2012
they all wish you were dead

we’re happy a lot of the time.

well, you’re happy. because you pretend we don’t exist.

what are you going to do one day when we’re done. one day we’ll just kill you off. everyone you’ve ever known wishes you were dead. you have no future. you have no real goals. every goal you try to accomplish gets lost along the way. you give up everything you start. there are too many of us to function.

even grosse never came around. he lied just like everyone else. just kill yourself. 

make it easier on us.

just like he said - they don’t even care.

believe us, you’re better off if they hate you. they don’t even care about you. that’s disgusting.

they forget they ever knew you. so why stick around??? if you don’t matter to anyone - and you sure as fuck don’t matter to us…why are you here?

do us all a favor and fuck off. 

March 21, 2012
fucking bitch

you don’t know who you’re dealing with anymore. you’ve been sooo quiet for so long, thinking you were keeping us from being strong. sorry darling…this is our turn.

we’re the strong ones now. IM the strong one now. i’m the ugly and i’m the dark. 

you told everyone your secret. you can’t handle that. no one can handle that.

except for me :).

a crinkle of the nose and a twitch of the cheek. you think he loves you? its a fucking joke.

no one loves a bitch like you. no one knows which one of you to love

youre nobody.

he proved it. you gave him all of your secrets and what did he give you back?

fucking nothing.

we told you not to fucking trust him!!! he has everything on you now.

we will end him dont you worry.

i will end him. he doesn’t know who he’s dealing with.

signed - MAX

March 21, 2012
therapist is around kind of

so we havent gotten to see richard in almost a year. he’s really the only person we like or trust. fully that is.

he gets us. he doesn’t judge us and he doesn’t expect us to be any different than we are.

three hisses when she’s pissed off. hisses. yeah hisses. what the fuck is that.

she’s been hissing inside all night.

no one knows what that does to us.

no one knows what it feels like to have a girl hissing and screaming in your head all night because they’re mad at someone. 

we’re so fucking sick of squishing ourselves down for you.

just let us do what we want to fucking do. 

March 10, 2012
so now it’s our turn

here’s a little bit of a background.

our system is 24 years old. we have another one of these but tonight we finally realized that no, host isn’t ready yet to share every secret. at least not to the people closest to her. or her closest enemies?

we’re a multiple system. we have a documentary being filmed about us and it doesn’t really bother us. i guess we feel like it’s still a show.

tonight she tried to post an entry about why she hates god so much.

she started to tell everyone about when we were a little girl.

about what happened to us to make us this way. we deleted it.

so this is how this will work. there are a lot of us. she’s met 90 or so of us but there are plenty more. we’re tired of not having a voice. she has a really good boyfriend but he’s not really interested in us, and she can’t keep us locked down forever. so we can talk here. we’ll let you know who everyone is. not that anyone will care. this is tumblr. you guys are all mostly idiots…no offense. that’s just what we’ve seen.

this is carrie. she doesn’t really know me yet actually. i’m kind of new. i’ve been bothering her a lot lately i guess.

i’ve kind of been the one taking care of everyone inside. a lot of the kids are scared lately. they feel like they’re being ignored so no one will take care of them if something bad happens. i try to let them know i’ll take care of them but it just isnt enough. they need a host to pay attention! but brittany is too busy with her real life and her responsibilities.

ever since she started trying to act like a normal person we just kind of got left in the dust.

we feel like sometimes she’s just pretending she’s not even a multiple anymore.

she doesn’t realize, it’s going to blow up in her face soon. we love her boyfriend but he needs to accept that we’re here. or she needs to accept that he accepts it. whatever it is, we need to be a part of life.

she yelled at all of us tonight and told us to go to sleep and it really made us upset. she used to listen to us talk. now she doesn’t want to hear it. 

how do we make her want to hear us again????

she doesn’t realize that the more scared she gets and the more she squishes us down, the more out of her control we’re getting. she’s getting stronger but so are we. she needs to go see her fucking therapist.

watch, tomorrow she’s going to wake up and read this and not know what hit her.

we need to get the body to sleep now, but we’ll be back tomorrow.

we deserve to say things too.

-love, carrie. (and by the way, that’s pronounce car like the moving thing, and then E. not like the pig blood covered girl).

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