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MatureOngoing43m
Last published Fri, Oct 18, 2024
tw//mental illness, suicidal thoughts, self harm
this is really just the journal i write in every time i'm in a bad place, i'm not publishing for anyone to read it, but it kinda helps knowing it's floating out there. if you ARE reading for whatever reason, please take care of yourself, know that i'm not in my right mind and my thought process is muddled.
it does get better, even if it's not a straight line. just keep trying to get back up, however long it takes you. you'll be alright<3
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