Its coming. And, I truly feel I can’t face it. I keep finding myself there, in that fucking baby pink nightmare that was my box. Before I found out that hell was only down in the basement, I regarded that pink box with all the horror my little self could muster. I still feel it, its… choking gagging revolted horror. And, I feel sick at my stomach. I don’t think I can do it. I’m so fucking scared. I don’t want to die. And, even if it isn’t real… it is to me, while it is happening it IS REAL. And, I’m scared, I don’t want to die.
So, flashbacks suck, and I’m kinda loosing my sense of humor about it.
I’m sitting here almost in tears again….
No… it aint funny.
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