help not brave enough scared

I just want to tell my story, I don’t care if it never gets published, but I think it will, it’s the suicide press, no kids stuff here.
I guess it started about nine or ten months ago, I was on my first date, when he kissed me. Then I started to get all these horrible flashbacks. It was like being in a horror movie or a thriller. I ran out the cinema’s and I couldn’t go back in. Later, bit by bit, I started to get my memory back. Every time I did, it was like little glass shards poking into my brain. I […]