I was trying to pinpoint this specific feeling where everything tastes like iron. I forgot we were in August a few weeks ago at my job, sweating and pale in the face trying not to count out the months on my fingers. I even told the hotline "I don't know" when the automated message asked if I had any intentions of killing myself. My coworkers keep asking why I shake so badly, the customers staring at the falters in my voice. I'm like one of those old dogs with all of their teeth missing, tripping over my overgrown nails on the tile and listening to my owners laugh at the picture I make. So comically miserable. It really is fascinating.
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