I am filled with paranoia and anxiety and sadness. I can't escape her voice her touch her image. Everything feels like a chore or like this big giant challenge I can't overcome. I can't see that park anymore I see her there. I see her towering over me I see her on top of me. I just see her. I hate it. I hate being awake. I hate thinking. I hate being alive.
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Eli's journal
Non-FictionHi I'm Eli and this is my journal. I talk about my chronic and mental illness and my trauma and just about everything.
