i need counselling for PTSD. i did not kill the LMCC.
In fact, The LMCC killed me. To be more precise, it stabbed me through the heart x 100, and I am bleeding profusely. I may bleed until June, and perhaps it will stab me one last time when it tells me I have failed, and we are to meet again in my next life.
UTTER DEFEAT. so this is what it feels like.
i ... half-joke. there is nothing worse than reading about migraines than to develop the first one you ever had with photophobia and nausea to go along with it DURING the LMCCs!!!! ugh.
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