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PTSD is a bitch.

There is no other way to describe it, I cannot offer any expertise in dealing with it, because I am only just beginning to figure it out myself, but I’ll tell you this, it’s a fucking cunt. There is a person I love, more than anything in the […]

Follow me yesterday

When I was a little girl, about twelve or so, I had this vision of my life, except it was more like a film scene. I was sitting at a typewriter during the years of prohibition and fine dancing, outside the window of the obviously a newspaper room […]