ugh
Right, I need to apologise for last night's entry.
I was having a bad night without realising it and my incoherent ramblings reached new levels of stupidity. Plus, I can't believe I actually included a link to that goddamn story. It's so BAD. BAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!
My only defence is that I'd just seen the "Noel" episode from the second season of TWW and it brings up a lot of my own shit. Not that I was shot -- I wasn't -- but it's kind of the only thing I have that explain how I was for so long...and here I go rambling again. Sufficeth to say, I didn't realise how screwy I was feeling last night until I read what I wrote this morning.
What can I say? Having PTSD is a bitch. Everytime I think I've licked it, shit happens. One step forward, two steps back and all that.
ugh. what a depressing entry.
Anyway, I'm sorry to have alluded to all this hellishness. This journal is supposed to be about witty sarcasm and my adventures in London...not my bad memories from Vic. Mea culpa.
I was having a bad night without realising it and my incoherent ramblings reached new levels of stupidity. Plus, I can't believe I actually included a link to that goddamn story. It's so BAD. BAAAAAAAAAAAAD!!!!
My only defence is that I'd just seen the "Noel" episode from the second season of TWW and it brings up a lot of my own shit. Not that I was shot -- I wasn't -- but it's kind of the only thing I have that explain how I was for so long...and here I go rambling again. Sufficeth to say, I didn't realise how screwy I was feeling last night until I read what I wrote this morning.
What can I say? Having PTSD is a bitch. Everytime I think I've licked it, shit happens. One step forward, two steps back and all that.
ugh. what a depressing entry.
Anyway, I'm sorry to have alluded to all this hellishness. This journal is supposed to be about witty sarcasm and my adventures in London...not my bad memories from Vic. Mea culpa.