Hurtful Truths

Every now and then we both get a bit emo. I mean more than the usual.

Well what do you want, my tf is dead and I never have or will ever be with him. So fucking sue me for being depressed and borderline suicidal. I’m allowed be every once in a while in between therapist visits.

Tonight I drank a lot of vodka (surprised even me I barely feel a thing) and ran out of weed so brace yourselves for a nasty hangover. Already feel a migraine coming *frantically searches for asprin*.

I’m reminded he’s dead every single day and it doesn’t matter what I do because I’m “living” (more like existing) with the wrong man. Honestly to be completely honest if I wasnt so chicken shit I would not be alive right now.

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check out the support forums tailored for TFs on the other side:

💻 Flame On The Other Side Support Forum

Don’t forget to take a look at Erik’s blog ran by his amazing mom Dr Elisa Medhus. Lots of stuff about his afterlife and shit.(◕‿◕)♡

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