What am I doing? What happened? How did I get here? My hair is bad, my fingernails are dirty, I have cuts on my forearms and thighs, I have nothing to show for it. I wish everything would stop. I wish I could go backwards. I want to push everything away. I can't show affection, love, anger, jealousy, saddness, it just all blends into a goopy off
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