I hate myself more then ever. I've never wanted to relapse so bad. I'm slowly ruining the best thing in my life and I don't know what to do anymore.
I feel empty and lost. I feel like there isn't anything worth putting effort into anymore and it's getting in the way of things I love. I want to lay in bed all day. I dont want to work and i dont want to take care of myself. I want to sit alone like a feel.
I hate myself and I hate what I'm doing. I want to sleep and not wake up.
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Write Me A Forever
Random*"sequel" to Letters Unsent* This is me moving on to a new stage in a life I'm slowing taking a hold of. If you read Letters Unsent then consider these sent.
