i relapsed this morning. couldn't sleep last night, woke up about 5 times. took my meds this morning, but they didnt help. milo's so pretty im crying, i don't understand myself. wish i had something going for me. oh well. my side hurts now, i washed them but i still feel guilty. ive got the blades in a box under my pillow - should've listened to maxx last night and thrown them far, far away. why can't i trust my own body, why can't i trust my own mind? not gonna have my phone for awhile -- hopefully everyone else has a good day. i love you, please stay safe, because i certainly couldn't.
wow that was over dramatic ooh boy
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Randomoneirataxia; the inability to distinguish between fantasy and reality. ((emo memeo to the extremo ; save me from this hell i call my life)) ⚠️ all the tw's ever istg ⚠️
