“Halloween. The day when parents encourage little boys to dress like girls , and little girls to dress like whores. Halloween should be that magical day of year when a child is told their grandmother is a demon who has been feeding them rat casserole with a crunchy garnish of their own scabs.”—Sue Sylvester
But ……Im too vulnerable right now plus I doubt you could even make out my words. Im fine …physically if that’s what you were worrying about. I can’t talk to you about …why Im so upset I can’t really talk to anyone …whos available right now that is…..Im tired of having to repeat it over and over its like reliving it every single time ptsd its …a really …confusing thing to deal with and sometimes the smallest of things can really set you off and everything becomes an irrational ….scary …illogical blur ..so Im laying in bed waiting for the bendyl to kick in so I can just sleep off this ….relapse episode …you’d think after two years I could just shake off comments like… “looks like he got you good” but I guess I can’t it surprised me as much as it probably did everyone else and yeah I feel stupid for being upset and crying but when it comes to this I dont really have a hold of my emotions …ironically once I go to sleep I sure I’ll have plenty of flashback dreams anyways….Im getting really sleepy so goodnight tumblr thanks for putting up with my emotional bs I feel like a dramatic asshole for putting everyone through ..my panic attack episodes and allowing me to write out the things I’ll NEVER say to people in real life ….