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You have two options: The girl, or moving the f*ck on and doing what you want with your life.
How badly do you want keep going overseas? How badly do you want to be with her?
"Shit's real, I need you to aim straight for my heart
And if you're gonna miss then hit my head and leave a permanent scar
You're fatal but I love who you are
Be my death or my forever
You're my little bloodfeather."
This discussion reminds me of a stupid image I saved to my hard drive, and I look at it from time to time when I feel really lonely.
I have just undergone my second divorce. I'm only 28. He had The Beast too. While I saw the best in him (and he might eventually admit that he saw the best in...
Dear ex-husband,
Thank you for showing up unannounced with your police escort to get Boris and then wondering why I wasn't home. I changed the locks, moron.
Take care and good luck with everything. If you ever bother me again I will insert a glass rod into your urethra and then break it in a...
This whole album is pretty brilliant, to be honest. I remember seeing them live in Anchorage when I was 19. The lead singer was pulling lollipops out of her dancers' anatomies. And then I never drove so fast to get back to Fairbanks. Changed in the car. Ran 6 miles still drunk and high as a...
Friday,
Family is one of the biggest triggers for PTSD because they have a tendency to smother. They don't really get that sometimes I need to be left alone so that I can cool off and clear my head. The further I pull away, the more they pursue with the naggy phone calls that they're worried...
...I'm floored. I finally found a song that would be well-suited to my deployment, that's actually sung by a woman. It was pretty cold in Diyala at night... I was going to post "Ashes of the Wake" by Lamb of God, but Baghdad was under control during my brief stint there and... I was never a...
I have a fear of a man pulling out too far and slamming it home into my asshole, unloved. Probably by accident.
I warn every lover that if this happens I will castrate him by twisting his my track and yanking it off, and then I will wear his scrotum as a very interesting hat.
Speaking of...
Yay for new relationship. Boo for drama. Last night he told me his sister is having a miscarriage. Then he and I got back to my place and played video games. I made some innocuous post on Facebook that I'm kicking his ass in Dirty Bomb.
I asked about her this morning because I really like him...
For the first time ever, I'm becoming friends with myself. I'm actually pretty cool to hang out with. I went to a drag race today. I went to a few car shows last week. I went to the range on Sunday.