You are Not Now

This will be formatted in the future. along with the journal. provided i get to it before iswitch again.

But before then, it's probably nessicary to give you background and warning.

My name Is DNS. It is what i call myself. i have the name my parents gave me, but i don't like that name, nor do i particularly wish to post it on the internet. so. sucks to be you.
I have DID.
I'm not usually a blunt angsty bitch, but this journal is THERAPUTIC. So i WILL be angry, i WILL be emotional, and I WILL snap at people. you have been warned.
I am homosexual. I love women.
I probably do not like you.
I HATE homophobes, assholes, and bigots. Seriously.
I don't like strangers. You're an exception to the above two, obviously, if i know you, and invited you here. So You can comment to inform me you exist. all others fail. For serious. :( I WILL NOT ADD YOU.
I like to hug gay things.
I like rainbows.
I draw anthros.
I do things that people frown upon.
I am a former drug addict.
I cut. I was and am abused.
I do not try to say things to evoke pity, and i try not to mention things as often as possable. See above. What i do mention of all of that is the things i cannot keep inside anymore. This journal is THERAPUTIC. let me bold that, THIS JOURNAL IS THERAPUTIC. If you are uncomfortable reading any of the above, and what's in the warning, DONT ADD ME.
Communication sucks.
This is the only time i will mention this, any attempt to argue will be ignored: I have voices, in my head. seperate people. they are real. And whether or not you believe in them is completely beside the point, because, to be quite honest, you don't matter. They'll keep talking whether or not you can comprehend the concept of DID. so. Shove it up your ass and complain to someone who gives a damn.

-huffhuff- ok, rant over. Normally, i wouldn't post those things, much less in a public entry, but i'm kinda sick of people stumbling onto my page, some of them friends, and being all OH EM GEE DOUBLE YOU TEA EFF. It's fucking annoying. So, if oytu dont like anything up there, don't add me. For serious. Because yeah.

And, for those of you who didn't read all that, here's a WARNING IN NICE BIG SHINEY FUCKING RED LETTERS:
!!WARNING!!
This journal might possably and probably will contian:
Mentions of Homosexuality
Mentions of Child Abuse
Mentions of something called DID, or Dissociative Identiy Disorder, Also known as Multiple Personality Disorder
Mentions of former and somewhat current Drug abuse
Inherant wierdness
Lots of fucking cursewords
Complaining
Word Vomit

Possable Angst and Emotionalality.
This journal is T.H.E.R.A.P.U.T.I.C. While mostly public, it was not written with the specific intent of being read. What I say on here is for my benefit only, and the people I trust enough to see (which are few and far between, becuase i just adore custom lj groups) either see the entries by accident when i forget to privatise them, or are incredably fucking special. It's usually the former. If you cannot handle reading vivid, T.H.E.R.A.P.U.T.I.C. entries, DO NOT ADD ME.</font>

I now declare you warned. Have a nice day.

Current Mood: sick of idiocy and prepreparin

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