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Well, I purged the emo from me. What I did probably wasn't the smartest of things, but I do feel emotionally better for it. Yay for random drugs in bad combinations. The bond between me and my toilet has never been stronger. Why do I have such a self destructive personality? I think I should probably invest in a bottle of alcohol for moments when I feel particularly reckless. Oh well, I lived. For an hour or two I was tempted to call an ambulance, but I guess my liver was stronger than I give it credit for. I'm over it so good for me. I'm still a bit unsteady on my feet, but I'll live.