So... i missed yesterday's entry. i couldn't write it. i was wrong. Trying to look at these episodes without their consequences was a bad idea. i won't say that's all of what is going on with me... but i definitely think its a big contributor.i've gotten majorly flaky. The boogyman has been to visit me every night this week, as i lay in my lonely bed. Night before last, he got me. And, once again i smelled spilled beer and old cum and tobacco juice. The sounds of my house dropped away, and i heard again the sounds of a time i try to escape but can never forget. Leathery hands were on me again, and when i tried to scream for J, my voice wouldn't come. Its been years since i tried to speak but fear robbed me of voice. Enough. Next week, i'll go in a different direction. But, for this week. i am done.Whoever said the past cannot hurt you lied. It can. And, it has sharp, pointy teeth.
