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Ground Zero

Written by @ChasteBeauty_

http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1sqkpop

[[ I ended up staying with my aunt and uncle late into the night. After my emotional breakdown, I couldn't do anything but sit huddled in the corner of the couch trapped in a feeling of despair. I wasn't used to experiencing so fucking much emotion. It's as if someone had the key and unlocked a door that held it at bay all the years of my life. It was causing me physical pain all over my body. One of my cousins ended up coming to get me. He literally has to carry me out of my aunt and uncle's house into his car and the same once we got home and into the house. When I woke up this morning from my restless sleep, I was told my cousin called #Brooke and told her I'd come down with something and couldn't come into work. Throughout the night I kept dreaming about Brooke's husband #Quil. Everytime I looked into his eyes it's as if I could see into his soul. Each time I woke up feeling as if I was missing something I need to keep myself from falling apart. I was fine until I yesterday. I wondered if I was having a bad trip from some drugs but I haven't done any recently. It takes a lot of effort to get out the bed and shower. It does nothing to help shake off this largic feeling I have. I'm not interested in eating either. What I want to do is punch my cousin in her face because she keeps staring at me and asking if I'm okay. No, I'm not fucking okay but I'm not telling her shit. It's bad enough I fell apart in front of my aunt and uncle. Once I can't stand being stared at anymore I tell my cousin I need to get some fresh air and will be at First Beach. Before she can try to invite herself to come with me, I leave the house and hop into the car. I look around because it feels as if someone is watching me. Again, I feel a pang of sorrow and it causes me to grip onto the steering wheel. || " What the fuck is this!" || Okay now I'm starting to yell random shit at myself and it bothers me. I'm normally composed even if some of my actions can be impulsive at times. Maybe I'm coming down with something. Yah maybe it's a case of " The need to get the fuck out of La Push syndrome." ]]