I don’t know what to say. I’m in a lot of pain. I want to do very destructive things to myself but its fine. Its fine cuz ill live and quality of life don’t matter. I feel alone. It doesn’t matter how many people are around or how many people say they’re there or understand, I feel alone. I hate myself for this because I’m not alone. He really is a good guy. I’m broken. Nothing is easing the flashbacks. I’m sad and I’m angry and all sorts of bad shit! Maybe I’m over reacting. I don’t want to be alive in the body my dad soiled… I’m not fucking ok but I am in the eyes of society cuz quality of life matters little in this society.