With everything going on, the dogs, the random dude coming up to our house, and the fear that our dogs or kids are gonna be next, I can't sleep anymore. I wake up about 5 times in a night, plus, last night I had a very vivid and realistic dream about the fucker who raped me.
I canβt do this anymore. I donβt want to live like this. I donβt want to be known as the dropout anymore. I want to end it. Idc to leave my family behind, they sure as hell donβt care about me.
Can something like this be traumatic? I feel traumatized. I was so worked up, I don't even remember coming into the house and telling my stepdad. He said that I was yelling and crying a lot talking about how they killed the dog.
Someone killed my brother's dog. They zip tied his mouth and we don't know what they did exactly, but we found a baseball bat next to him. I fucking hate people. I hate everyone. I hope they get the karma. That's so fucked up. My brother is torn to pieces.
I don't remember much. I remember finding the dog, dragging him out of the ditch, my brothers yelling when we told him the news, then I woke up on the ground next to his grave. My stepdad said I just laid there the whole time and talked about how much I wanted the rando dead.
Can something like this be traumatic? I feel traumatized. I was so worked up, I don't even remember coming into the house and telling my stepdad. He said that I was yelling and crying a lot talking about how they killed the dog.
Someone killed my brother's dog. They zip tied his mouth and we don't know what they did exactly, but we found a baseball bat next to him. I fucking hate people. I hate everyone. I hope they get the karma. That's so fucked up. My brother is torn to pieces.