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I find myself
Putting every bout of nausea and dizziness, every ache and pain I experience down to my PTSD and the medication used to treat the symptoms. That fuck has changed my life.
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Who knew making loud noises would freak someone with PTSD out?
I did for one. So does my family. How hard is it not to slam doors or throw things down the stairs?
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Oh fuck
Just felt like someone was right behind me. Almost, emphasis on almost, touching the back of my neck.
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Because I totally wanted a fucking friend request from that asshole.
How the fuck do you think we could be friends? Remmeber, you tried to kill me and had your brother stalk me? Turning everyone in school against me? No, we can’t be friends. We can’t possible be fucking friends.
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I think I had a flashback
It was the attack played out in front of my eyes. Fucking sucked.
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I was perfectly awake at 3:30 this morning.
I fucking hate this shit.
Welshman. Interested in all kinds of stuff. Just look through what I post and you will understand. Please be my friend.
Patriotic, queer, far left, practically a communist, has had an... interesting past that I still have nightmares about. Nothing weird going on here, expect some feminism and military stuff.
Currently in college, doing public services. (Prepares me to do the Military or Police)
This is my personal Tumblr so expect personal stuff too. I am single, if you were curious.
Former Self-harmer.
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