It feels like I'm losing myself, and everything is too fast. Everyday I'm a step closer to Hell. Aware of every second that's passed. There is no one to talk to. No one to help me figure out the cause of my problem, and what that's all about. So I take these drugs, to keep me "awake". To finish my tasks and to correct the mistakes that I made. But a mistake leads to another, I'm back on the road I was on. I'm always trying to fix my mistakes.
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Letter To My Past Self
No FicciónThese are several short stories about my life. There are several triggers such as rape and PTSD.
