Its almost that time of year again ...5 years next month till i got the present of PTSD from a piece of **** ... sorry, I am in the middle of a storm of rage at the moment so please excuse anythign i say that offends you ...or get me deleted cos I DONT CARE...sorry..... sigh....
and now i want to cry lol how dumb is that - but its ok I dont cry ....inside i do ...but i have no tears left...
I got to work tnoight I have been handling things wel - the anniversary is almost here and i had even managed to put it out of my mind...
and the storeroom where the guy came at me from at work - well they have taken the door off to re-use cos we are going to a temporary building whie a new building is being built - so i walk in and I see what I saw that night - minus man wiht metal pole of course lol and I didnt even realise it but I got SOOO ANGRY - i was being mean to the person i was/am working with (am on my break) hurtful and spiteful ... and thats not me ...or MAYBE IT IS OR SHOULD BE - maybe then they wouldnt have taken the frikkin door off wihtout even a second thought to what the hell it would do to me inside !!!!!!!!
ARRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! 10 hour shift......... 3 hours left and im a basket case....... and I want to scream and smash things and cry and run and shake my fist at the air and ........
IT SUPPOSED TO BE OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
HOW LONG DO I HAVE TO BE TRIGGERED ITS BEEN 5 FRIKKIN YEARS
ITS A STUPID DOOR!!!!!!!
ON A STUPID ROOM!!!!!
AND THERE IS NOONE IN THERE NOW!!!
and i'm shaking and i want to run and hide...
and i feel such a fool and ...
I wish i could post this where no one would see - I'm ashamed....
but i need to say these things.........I HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!




AND I HATE THE ME THAT CANT GET PAST IT
I died that night ....
he never hurt me but i died anyway....
and all there is left is the rage and the ghost and the person i made up and even she is a waste of space
I dont want to bring anyone down
I HATE THIS
and my T is dead - LONG LIVE T !
we're both dead...
only my body doesnt know it yet...
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Its not how many times you fall down that counts
its how many times you get back up!
(Thanks to fenrir for my Picture
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When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown,
Faith is knowing One of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.
by Patrick Overton, author and poet