The Love I Use To Know

The Love I Use To Know

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Based off own experiences from past and fears for the future. The struggles I deal with. The constant battle in my mind. The ones I use to love. Along with my hopes for the future. This will be like a diary type style. I will tell you what happened that day to what happened in my past. I will try my best not to tangent to much.This is my therapy if you want to bully me or any one else do NOT cyberbully any one. Please like I said this will be my therapy I feel comfortable talking about. Trigger Warning! THIS SUBJECT MATTER MAY CONTAIN ABUSE, DIFFERENT DISORDERS, UNCOMFORTABLE TOPICS THAT ARE HARD FOR ME TO TALK ABOUT, AND MENTAL SUFFERING ALONG SIDE PHYSICAL HARM TO SELF! ALSO CONTAINS SUICIDAL IDEATION AND HOMICIDAL IDEATION! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
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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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