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I want to stick my foot out and trip myself. I want to begin skipping random nights of my day’s retellings, or even worse, exaggerate or fabricate the truth.
Why waste all the time and love people have invested into me?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I’m losing it.
My chest hurts. It’s hard to breathe.
Earlier this evening I felt warm. I felt strong and able. I wanted to begin again.. I felt I could.
There has to be a pattern in me. In this. Maybe tomorrow I will sit down and review things until I’m sick.
I can’t feel my legs. My eyes are heavy. I’m embarrassed to look down at my own nose.
Why waste all the time and love people have invested into me?
I don’t know.
I don’t know.
I’m losing it.
My chest hurts. It’s hard to breathe.
Earlier this evening I felt warm. I felt strong and able. I wanted to begin again.. I felt I could.
There has to be a pattern in me. In this. Maybe tomorrow I will sit down and review things until I’m sick.
I can’t feel my legs. My eyes are heavy. I’m embarrassed to look down at my own nose.