I can’t decide.
1991. It also kind of set the path for many of my chronic troubles. My childhood, joy, dreams, they were shattered and replaced with hate, fear, panic, guilt, paranoia, and depression. I was six.
2004. Same. More humiliating this time. To this day I can’t walk down a street alone and not keep looking behind my shoulder. Fuck paranoia. It’s a bitch.
2016-2017. My ex husband made my life a living hell. I truly wanted life to just leave me alone. It’s November and I’m experiencing the beginning of peace.
Maybe 1991 was the worst, though. It started everything.
1991. It also kind of set the path for many of my chronic troubles. My childhood, joy, dreams, they were shattered and replaced with hate, fear, panic, guilt, paranoia, and depression. I was six.
2004. Same. More humiliating this time. To this day I can’t walk down a street alone and not keep looking behind my shoulder. Fuck paranoia. It’s a bitch.
2016-2017. My ex husband made my life a living hell. I truly wanted life to just leave me alone. It’s November and I’m experiencing the beginning of peace.
Maybe 1991 was the worst, though. It started everything.
"Hipster is what happens when young hot people do what old ladies do." -Exian
