So this is it then.
No more trying, thinking feeling.. falling.
I give up.
On Tuesday i'm going to ask to be put back on cipramil. A high dose.
I remember what it does to me.
Kills off the sadness, but with it goes every other emotion and creative output.
You become a shell, a walking breathing, shell.
At the moment that sounds pretty good to me.
bye
When
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