people keep dying on mountains bc theyre trying to prove they cam climb them without dying and honestly i dont want aliens to visit us im embarrassed

Besides the fact of my marginalization and oppression creating multiple realities in which I live in, I’m on a whole new level of disassociating lately. In so many moments, important ones, mundane task, quiet moments, noisy parties, I find myself- within myself asking constantly if anything is real. I’ve mastered the art of active listening so usually to an outsider they are under the impression I’m there, but I’m usually floating away. Their words sounding like being submerged in a pool, trying to communicate underwater- vibrating, but no actual alliteration or words being heard. Trying desperately to cement myself with my frame again.