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      It was nighttime, just before I was about to go to sleep. "Everything that you're going though. All of your feelings and pain... You're supposted to hold it in, be quiet, and pretend it's not there". That's what my bestfriend told me when I needed her the most. It's something that keeps popping up in my head these days. I guess I'm used to it by now. My name is Kay, and I am diagnosted with PTSD.

It doesn't really matter what or how much I explain about what it's like living with PTSD. You'll never trully understand what it's like until it happens to you. And I trully hope it doesn't. But I can't really promis you that now, can I? "She sounds like a bitch". Thanks, Nordman90, it's nice getting some support. "Seriously, she sounds like a destructive person, you deserve so much better than that". I like talking to him. I feel like he understands me on a deeper Level. Why are people so scared of getting to know their own deepest and darkest places? "Because they're idiots" Nordman90 says. Well, that's what it feels like at least. I've always been the weird one in the growd. The silence one. Maybe that made me mysteries. Being a "good listener" wasn't excactly a new thing for me. But it did made me stand out, or rather, it made me dissapear. I didn't mind, it was kind of the point. I wanted to be left alone. But in the long run, it became kind of lonely, and it was very hard getting out of the pattern. And that's when I met her. Princess B. "Princess B, really...?" Well, I don't want to use her real name, Nordman90. Yeah, I'm angry but this isn't supposed to me my revenge story or something like that. "Why princess?" Becasue I feel like she think she's a Queen, but in reality she's not, so she's a little princess. "Ok". Anyway, let me tell you about this little Princess.


She acts like a Queen Bee.

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