Nothing helps this anymore.
The more I try the more I fail.
The meds aren't working, so I quit them for good.
My moods are crazy as hell, but who really cares because I really don't anymore. The therapists basically has threw her hands up, because I can not afford the right meds, so it is my fault that I can not afford the correct meds, so yeah go ahead and throw your hands up, you never were good anyway. You always made me feel like I was less of a person because I have this crazy life. Who f* cares, I don't. So who cares if I cut, or starve myself or exercise my *** off. That is the only way I have of getting the pain out.
Sorry I am venting and need to get this out.
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Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the almost unnameable lust returns.
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