Emotional Fuck Up
I’m currently reading this absolutely wonderful story on the __vam Livejournal group by a wonderful author named VagueAngel. If you’re from there and haven’t read and would like to or aren’t up to date or if you just want to read it, read it before you finish this post.
http://vagueangel.livejournal.com/3772.html <—Takes you to all links.
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So Chapter 41 is all about Ville going to the hospital. And he’s regressed and is seven years old. And his thoughts … oh, fuck. It just brought back the memories of all the hospitals I went to and I’m so sad.
I had to write an emotional fuck up story just to get it all out of my head. But it still isn’t. I’m severly depressed and I have the tingling-adrenaline-sick feeling I get when I’m about to do something incredibly stupid because of my depression.
But I’m not planning on it.
It’s just so scary. I don’t like remembering the hospitals. I always used to cry myself to sleep and …
Fucking fuck! I’m tearing up again. In the motherfucking library.
I’ve got to get out of here and go home and freak out there.
Much more subtle.
Here’s your link to the emotional fuck up if you would like ot read it. It’s called Pretty Things.
