People are also biased, judgemental, and mean. On the internet, you don’t have to see the people you are talking to. Many people are more likely to be confrontational when they don’t have to deal with a physical person. Personally, I don't care for judging endless theres a good enough reason to.I think people like to feel important and superior. So that's why they judge I understand it can be other things such as insecurities, jealousy, certain beliefs and religion. But I was told judging a sin so I don't know why they do it.

People are also biased, judgemental, and mean. On the internet, you don’t have to see the people you are talking to. Many people are more likely to be confrontational when they don’t have to deal with a physical person. Personally, I don't care for judging endless theres a good enough reason to.I think people like to feel important and superior. So that's why they judge I understand it can be other things such as insecurities, jealousy, certain beliefs and religion. But I was told judging a sin so I don't know why they do it.

The last version of me that they knew, or still know me as. That's something I can't change. Sometimes I wish it was something I could change. But other times I hope they remember me that way, Although I wouldn't want to spoil the memories we had together with the person that I am today even if I got off on the wrong side. They wouldn't have been as fond by me they remember me by

I feel detached from my surroundings. People move and talk, but it’s like I’m not fully “in” the moment. My hands don’t feel like they belong to me when I look at them. The room feels unfamiliar even though I’ve been here a hundred times. It’s unsettling, like reality is slightly off-key. There’s a constant sense of unease. Not always panic sometimes just a low, buzzing fear that something is broken. I keep checking: Is this real? Am I real? Will this ever stop? Even when I’m calm, the world still feels fake, which makes it scarier. Nothing feels real, everything is moving too fast for me to keep up. I can’t remember anything that happened after two hours. Everything looks flat or oddly sharp, like I’m looking through glass, a screen, or a dream filter I can’t turn off. Colors might seem washed out or too bright. Sounds feel distant, like they’re coming from another room. I know logically that nothing has changed but emotionally, it feels wrong. I don’t feel real, nothing feels real It feels like I’m awake but the world isn’t real, like I’m moving through a dream or looking at everything through glass. I know logically that nothing has changed, but emotionally everything feels off, which creates this quiet, unsettling fear like I’m here, but not fully inside reality. I feel like I’m going full blown schizo. I wish this would end. It’s actually so unbelievably scary. I don’t understand what’s happening. I feel this sudden rush of fear because the world doesn’t feel real anymore, and that alone makes my chest tighten. Nothing looks normal, it feels wrong, and that mismatch makes me panic, like I’m losing my grip on reality even though I know I’m not. The scariest part is the thought that it might not stop, even though it always does. I feel like I’ve been missed place in reality. I’m not at home this world isn’t my home. I have a really bad urge to kill myself. In a short note it feels like my brain flips into survival mode without asking me. My senses still work, but everything feels off the world looks unreal or dreamlike, sounds seem far away, and familiar places don’t feel familiar anymore. I can think clearly and know nothing is actually wrong, but emotionally I feel disconnected, like there’s a glass wall between me and reality. The fear comes from noticing it and worrying it won’t stop, even though deep down I know it’s my nervous system trying to protect me.

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