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would someone else like to do the honors? my hands are tired of preforming the act. they rebel against me. my mind screams that i'm behaving like a lunatic. my heart cries out in pain that could never be expressed physically. my logic points out that there is nothing wrong with me. and as a whole i sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of depression. the constant sleep or no sleep at all, the constant smoking, the ignoring of food. every tiem someone gives me and idea to help, to take my mind off it, to change things for the better, i smile and say ok- but really shun, ignore, and ultimately ellminate it in my head. do i really not even want to get better?
i know that this too shall pass. i had had two months free of it before this. its like i was in remission. and now i have to deal with the cancer again before i can remission again. life is a cycle. and my circle has come back to my least favorite part.
i know that this too shall pass. i had had two months free of it before this. its like i was in remission. and now i have to deal with the cancer again before i can remission again. life is a cycle. and my circle has come back to my least favorite part.