You know, when this thing originally happened on September 13th, I thought that everything was over. I thought my life was done. I really wanted it to be and I seriously considered just dying. After I slaved through work I figured it was a good idea to go to the ER. After all the testing and all, I stayed overnight at a house since I was so drugged. Later the same day I left so I would make it to work, as it would be a sweet release to be able to distract myself for hours at a time doing whatever. I'd obviously gotten sent home due to the state I was in.
I passed out until the next day. I went to class and all, I'd left work early because I was still being affected by the drugs in my system. Another day I spent doing nothing, thinking so many more things.
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NonfiksiJust a tid bit into my mind. Think of it as an internal journal. TRIGGER WARNING: There may be some dark things in this bitch
