So here’s the deal:
I have this condition called post traumatic stress disorder from my life sucking for a while, and all it really does is make my life suck more and renders me incapable of feeling any emotion similar to happiness and Â incapacitates me from any form of escapism, self-help or relating to other people. I have nightmares whenever I sleep, and anxiety through the day. I’ve been suicidal for years. Had major self esteem/self identity issues. Been sexuallyÂ assaulted. Â Was bullied as a child. Cutter for six years. Eating disorders. Sleep disorders. Â Y’know the whole deal.
If you fancy yourself to be somewhat intellectual and can relate to this feeling (even if you can understand it) you should contact me. Especially if you live in a desolate yet fascinating city named Calgary. Tell me who you are, what you’ve been though, what (if anything) makes you happy. We could beÂ acquaintances, pen-pals, drinking buddies, best-friends, suicide partners, mutual support. Whatever you want, baby; I just don’t want to suffer alone anymore.
just please don’t try to talk me down from the proverbial ledge, kay? Oh, and please don’t try to convert me either. I’m happy being a metaphysically confused pantheistically orientedÂ agnosticÂ withÂ BuddhistÂ tenancies.
& if I like you I’ll give you my real one from there…