This is me living with my P.S
I could write you pages and pages of how I can't do this shit and why. I can give you detailed nightmares I have....when I'm wide awake. I can tell you about the pain bodily and mentally I am in. I can show you the skars on my arms and my mind. If I wanted to and If it was possible I could rip out these emotions, thoughts, feelings, and pains and implant them into you so you can experience it for a while, though I'm not that cruel I wouldn't wish this on my deadliest enemy's deadliest enemy. But still at the end of the day you won't understand enough to accept it and understand this is me and it keeps me locked up in a 2x2 cage. I'll still try and love you though.