No one would understand. They could try. They could sympathize or pity me or hate me or worry about me or whatever but I wouldn’t be understood. If someone understood me, they’d try to fix me. And the thought of getting better is almost as nauseating as feeing alive or thinking about tomorrow.
Write it down. Let it go. No account, no name.
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