Hello. This is a not so personal blog from a girl named Amara and her 5 alters. There might be considered Triggering posts, please be aware of that. And let us also inform everyone out there that we are indeed diagnosed. We have been for years now, from the psychiatric Unit of the UCIrvine hospital in southern California. There will be a lot posted here from all of us; this includes: Mara (host), Erik/PTO, Christine, Jonah, Ten, and James.
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FINISHED DAY 10!!!
go
and watch it
while i sit here and manically laugh
as I plot to take over the world.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oMdf7AShToo&feature=youtu.be
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Everyone update:
Going to start going in to UCI three times a week
on three times as much medication
but in a month or so ten will be GONE and I can go to school!
:D
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Jonah:
So can I just say that the HIGHLIGHT of my night was when they turned on rent!?!?
We WERE DANCING. ON THE TABLES. SINGING LA VIE BOHEME.
there was a lot of this:
and it ended with one of these:
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IIIIiii FEEEEEL YOOOOOU JOOOOAAANNNNAAAA
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You played it too? Did the ending hurt you, too?! I even got the collector's version for the bonus game and it was just - so...-headdesk- I'm tempted to hunt for fanfiction so I can have a semi-satisfactory ending.
Yeah. I actually wrote a song about the game XD
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my tweets from last night.
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I can imagine you jumping in tyler. Just sayin...
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Ten thought she'd be funny last night and start singing. just this small hum. And then continued to do what the bitch is famous for; she went into my head, finding out where all the potential weapons are. Of course, her favorite one was my new sewing kit. She sat there and played it through my mind, the things she could do to me. And I just sat there because my grandparents were over and they would really have a heart attack if they knew about ten. So I tried talking it out on twitter, I texted my friend Frankie but by then she seemed to have 'gained control' and I was out. This morning I woke up, checked myself and decided to report it to you all.
I just need to talk about it. If it's alright.
Last night, I was afraid, I was once again just afraid for my life. Afraid to sleep, To blink for to long, to leave the room. But what's going to be the death of me is that I am still afraid to tell anyone outside tumblr how important this is. They day mom found out she didn't seem to afraid, Didn't even seem to really be upset about those cuts on my leg ((Although, they healed pretty quickly, she didn't see the worst of it)). She simply muttered "Well, This isn't the first time you've done this." Talking about how Mara used to cut when she was 12. Completely different story. I had to go downstairs and yell, scream at her. This wasn't what i wanted, this isn't me! Mom doesn't seem to get it though. And I have a psychiatrist appointment in a week ((But let me just tell you the other day, mom thought it would be a great idea to inform me that the doctor is in training, and doesn't have his masters outside being an ACTUAL ER doctor and doesn't know what he's doing.)) but I don't know if I can wait.
This whole thing is ridiculous.
With hope,
-E
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