May 15, 2014
Interruption! ((U ded if it's nsfw))
Your muse walks in on mine crying
They said he was getting better. That the meds were working. If they were working why did he feel like shit all the time? He was a mess. He could barely leave the apartment some days, let alone make it to the VA for anything. The city was too loud and it held too many memories of the end of the war.
Every time he closed his eyes he could see it again. He slid down the wall in the hallway knees pulled up to his chest arms around them and cried. He was useless. He was useless to everyone like this.