April 2012
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I relapsed.
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Things are going wrong again.
I’m feeling more horrible everyday. I cry a lot more. I think about my fucked up life more. I will never be anything. Nobody gives a fuck about me. Nobody wants to hear what do I have to say. I’ve been drinking. I’ve been searching the house for medicine. I found some. They sucked. Nobody asks how I am anymore. They don’t want to hear. They’d all be better without...