“Thanks For The…No Fuck That”

So my PTSD kicked in today and now I’m trying glue my shit back together while also untucking my life.

Sweet deal! Right?

The bitter taste of misinformation is coating my ruby tongue. I saw an old coworker the other day and he didn’t even RECOGNIZE me…even though HE gave the phone call to tell me John passed.

The passage of time is a funny fucking thing.

Every day I learn more. Every day I just change.

Is it for the better or the latter? I don’t know.

Hopefully soon I’ll find out…time will tell.