Two weeks ago I slowly starved and overdosed myself, feeling the sensation of the body slowly giving up on me. I am experiencing withdrawals for another overdose due to my absolute utter anhedonia and my boredom. Nearly every interaction feels so meaningless after some time, and I just want to stop worrying about anything I feel so empty that it hurts. I feel like a carcass; a sentimental, anhedonic one Every day feels difficult, as it always ends with a night of resisting an overdose
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