i spent a majority of the night crying at a sectional and feeling like absolute shit.
i felt so isolated and alone in a place where i'm supposed to have a family. no one fucking notices me or even fucking cares.
after a while i ate something that had a toothpick in it and i kept the toothpick in my mouth.
and honestly,
it was terribly sad how natural it was to have something dangling out of my mouth. it felt so natural, and i felt so sad about it.
god, i feel like i'm fucking slipping off the tracks.
i don't know if i can stop it.
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Therapy: Session 2 [Personal]
Random[personal book] my brain moves fast. it thinks too much and feels too often. this is where i share some of my thoughts.