is that so? well… i don’t know. everything i saw was strange - horrible, yes, but…
i don’t know the right way to put it. it was like something happening to someone else, someone who was me but was not me, who could have been me once upon a time, but it made it easier to ignore how visceral it felt. it was easy to pretend it wasn’t me being hurt.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Inbox
Important
Draft
Sent
Trash
Compose
no subject
no subject
i don’t know the right way to put it. it was like something happening to someone else, someone who was me but was not me, who could have been me once upon a time, but it made it easier to ignore how visceral it felt. it was easy to pretend it wasn’t me being hurt.