Just wonder.
During months I had felt and thought I had to kill myself for humanity sake because of the burden I was and that everyone would be better if I did and, also, that some people actually wanted me dead. It was a duty.
Now I think about it and it is a bit odd
I feel much better than months ago (I don't feel I must die anymore), I laugh a lot and have more energy to the point I look happy, but for some reason at the same time I feel a deep anguish inside, It makes no sense. Actually, I feel like laughing of my anguish, which causes me more anguish and that makes me laugh more
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Crazy, inside and aside
Meds: bye bye meds
CPTSD and some sort of depression and weird perceptions
"Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as human, a
thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance."
I have no mouth and I must scream -Harlan Ellison-