I'm super surprised I can actually type this. I feel okay, but I'm obviously doing poorly. Based on the past two months, I'm beginning to think it's impossible for me to die, although I know that's a theme with many my manic episodes. I've done a lot of dangerous crap, especially the last two months, but maybe I'm just really good at harm reduction. Flirting with death, but no sex.
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"I don't know what I'm looking for."
"Why not?"
"Because...because...I think it might be because if I knew I wouldn't be able to look for them."
"What, are you crazy?"
"It's a possibility I haven't ruled out yet,"
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