PTS

Post Traumatic Stress.

Too much, too soon.

Oh right (just an expression), I forgot.  I’m not allowed to have feelings and emotions.

Whoever it was near me while I was writing yesterday, I was resisting them because they were wrong.

I am overwhelmed.

Problem.  Problems.  Problems.

None of it makes sense to me.  You are wrong.

Overwhelmed.

Greatly unhappy.

Sick to death of celebrities treating me with cruelty.

I want to live on my own.

I want a life of my own.

I miss food writing.

I miss creative thinking.

 

I miss being allowed the freedom of choice.

Overwhelmed.