I just cant seem to catch a break!! I see and hear some crazy shit on a day to day basis. Nothing has changed since my last post. Nothing. Im laying here listening to the house banging. The random rats that live in the basement are fighting. You should feel my bed shaking. My poor younger sister have work in 5 hours. Theres goes her night of sleep. Out the window. My father is drunk out of his mind. He came in to tell us he's leaving to avoid the drama goin on. Im surprised i even understood him, the way he slurred his sentence. Its funny though. We cant leave. Theres no avoidance for me. Im forced to listen/deal with it. I want to call the police. But they scare me. This house is on the radar. They treat me like a criminal with the rest of them. Im not even gonna do it to myself. So i decided to post on ptsd. Its slightly calming. I guess cuz im too caught up in typing then in my suicidal thoughts. I will just never understand how this became my life. If anyone reads this... Im sorry. Im treating this like a diary right now. I am just rambling on n on. My bad if this isnt the place for this. Lord.. The banging hasnt stopped yet. One good thing i got out of this living is my unability to cry. I cried for so many years that my body just got tired and shut down my tear production. Lol. I like it though. Makes me feel stronger. I wish i could leave. I wish i wasnt afraid to live on the street. I have constant images in my head of me being shot in the head as i sit in my bed. sleep and awake. Im soooo tired. Im sooooo tired. Doctors still playing games. Shitty hood insurance isnt worth a damn. Good thing i havent had a panic attack/seizure in a while. But im scared still cuz i feel like the eye of the storm is coming. Nothing around me has changed. Its gotten worse if anything. So i dont understand why i stopped having attacks.. Lol. People try to win the lotto. I just want a stable place to stay. Thats my lotto.