I keep thinking about my psychologist that lost his **** when I bought a massive amount of drugs in 2017. I can't stop thinking about what he said. He called me stupid and accused me of wanting to be a heroin addict.

I can't stop thinking about how isolated I was, how abused and neglected I was. It doesn't stop. I feel like I'm in hell. I'm cursed.

It continues on into this reincarnation/future. The OCD is bad. I'm being tortured by my own mind.

All I tell people is the truth yet they keep misinterpreting what I'm saying and judging me based on what they think. People are so stupid.

I don't feel strong enough to get through this reality. I'm being eaten alive. No one believes a damn thing that I say. I've been gaslighted all my life in the most manipulative ways.