Jumping Into Cars With Boys

Until recently, even still, I will not get in a car with people I don’t know. Even people I know pretty well. As long as they are men.

I never really talk about this. But for reason the memories have been coming back. I did something kinda stupid when I was younger and I paid the price for that.

I don’t think I have like PTSD or anything. But I was eating my lunch the other day and the thoughts just flooded back and fucked my day up. And then I wrote My American Traumatic Dream. Intense shit. It’s locked because I don’t really think anyone should read it. I wrote it for myself.

But yeah, so I’m trying to live free, And I can’t free myself of this. I probably will never free myself from it. It’ll live with me forever. I just have to live.

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