No day but today // Biadore

No day but today // Biadore

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"We often love the ones that ignore us, and ignore the ones who love us" -- 2016 was supposed to be the year were Adore would blossom: her album was almost out, a tour was coming, and All Stars 2 was just around the corner. 2016 was supposed to be the most exciting year of her life... until one phone call changed everything. The feelings of joy, glee and anticipation were replaced by a void filled with dark thoughts that she couldn't escape from. The self esteem she had built over the year was slowly crumbling, and the drugs, that were once recreational, were the only way she could cope with reality. Danny was lost, until Roy found him. --
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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