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It's been a year, give or take a few days, since I was spending my life in the hospital because I couldn't keep myself alive. Nothing has changed. nothing. Things were better, thigns were worse, things had changed and took on a new face. Nonetheless, nothing has changed. I feel like I understand less, feel less, want less, have less. The only thing I want...for once in my life is to be able to pick myself back up, ony my own. To put the pieces together. To push myself, and to fix it. It's in my hands to save myself.