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Dec 13, 2005 18:47

The plan was all bollocks, and now I’ve managed to overinflate certain worries into full-blown sagas of tumultuous scenario.

All the apathetic doctor gave me was fucking ibuprofen. I wanted to say ‘ if you knew how much ibuprofen I have on top of all the other types of painkiller then I’m sure you’d be breaking some kind of prescription/suicide law.’ I should just stick to the codeine, although it makes you spaced.

My parents and my sister sat downstairs last night going over my brother’s existence and treading the well-worn path of blame. He hasn’t even done anything, or at least, that was his side of the story when I called him up. I didn’t want to buy into the family conspiracy, the way that things become festering and inflamed and the way that everything so quickly turns to disdain, the way that there’s no communication. He seems ok, guiltily ringing me back after a thirty-second conversation consisting mostly of silence and murmurs. He thinks I’m playing advocate, but I just want to know how he is.
I think I am slowly clawing my mind back, but I’m not smoking anything for a while.
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