you shine like the sun.
I'm...not ok. I can't eat without getting sick. I feel wildly uncomfortable around just about everybody. I don't feel connection anymore. My sleep...or dreams, or nightmares I should say. I dreamt last night that Gary was shot and killed.wrote screaming and kicking and crying. A few days ago, I dreamt Sean beat and raped me. Again, screaming and kicking and crying. Dreaming, reliving other things. That man. Those men. I...can't get out of myself.