Now it's the page in a novel that's shoving me back into the hellhole that was my life. FUCK!! A decent book. With a wife throwing a bullshit accusation against this man, blaming him for a horrific tragedy. The bullshit accusations, the screaming... And certain words, specific phrases suck me back into a past that doesn't belong in the present.
I read to relax, to enjoy. It's now another fucking PTSD flashback pissing me off. FUCK!!!
do flashbacks like these make you tired too? make you pass out, almost? i can't keep my fucking eyes open. that cunt owes me. she better thank her precious little Christ there's no way I can collect on the debt she owes me.
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