Clokr
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Days are slowing to a near crawl now. I cannot function anymore. I must literally force myself to keep going. Medication isn’t helping. Friends aren’t responding. No idea what the fuck my family is doing. Can’t go out, can’t interact, can’t feel anything emotionally. Almost relapsed entirely. Urge to cut increasing. Fear of being forced back into wards skyrocketing. Night terrors getting worse, psychosis sending me into borderline insanity. Can’t see anyone without thinking about having a hand to hold. Can’t cry. About to snap again completely.
Am I even real? Is this just another night terror I’ll awake from? What does it mean to actually fucking live? I’m tired of surviving, I just wanna be alive for fuck sakes
Am I even real? Is this just another night terror I’ll awake from? What does it mean to actually fucking live? I’m tired of surviving, I just wanna be alive for fuck sakes