This is NON-FICTION, my first attempt at such so be gentle. I've had a lot of people ask me about my life after my injury in the military and up to this point, even more about my time in the military. I might pull some excerpts from my journal I kept in the military as sort of 'flashbacks' in this. I don't know where this is going yet and I can only sit down and write it in short bursts, as it is a very painful trip down memory lane.
Bare with me, and I'll bare my scars to you.
*A NOTE: All names not my own have been changed, to protect identities. Since I don't know how to contact several people in this story I decided this was the best way to keep everything authentic without someone getting upset at me.
**WARNING: Any and all hateful, rude, or just plain jackwagon worthy comments on this story will be reported, deleted, and I will beat you bloody with my internet stick. Kay? Kay. Thanks. Bai.**
**ANOTHER WARNING: My life was very graphic during this time, this story will be graphic at times. If you have problems with suicide, self-harm, drinking, sex, and very realistic descriptions of the life of a late teen then do not read this book. Remember, I was a teenage girl at the time of this journal I'm transcribing. So it's going to be a little scary in the sexual nature.
I will not go into any of my past before the military, I'll save you from that horror story.
And finally, this is copyrighted.
Enjoy,
Emma Kingslei
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Losing Time
Non-FictionA small glimpse into what it's like to slowly lose your mind, through my own eyes. This story is a little different, as it isn't a true 'story.' These are my journal entries that record my struggle through a severe injury and the resulting mental tr...
