i am utterly disappointed in who i have become. i wanted to be someone better, someone important, someone beautiful. but instead i waste space, i waste time and i burden the people i love. this isnt the future i had in mind for myself and i know its too late. i’ll never get that future i dreamed of as a child.
“December 1998: Sue, Dylan’s mother, takes him to a restaurant for lunch. Dylan keeps his trenchcoat on. That receives some strange looks from other guests, and Sue asks him to take of the jacket; people seem to be a little afraid of him. Dylan only smiles and doesn’t remove his trenchcoat.”
so i’m reading the body keeps the score, it’s a book mainly about trauma and PTSD.
in the veterans chapter i almost started to feel bad for the patients. there was a patient who had to check into a hotel on july 4th, couldn’t STAND the sound of his own children laughing because of all the dead children in vietnam, things like that. i started to feel empathetic, and then of course.. the man reveals what he did in vietnam. after his buddies were gunned down by the vietnamese, he stormed over to a local village and murdered 30 innocent people, and violently raped and then murdered a mother in front of her children.
i immediately don’t give a fuck what kind of trauma you went thru if women and children always face the brunt of your aggression
I'm juggling like twelve different hyper-fixations right now and whichever one is currently at the forefront of my mind depends on the positioning of the stars and the temperature outside