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Intoxicated

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Reads 57
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Parts 23
Time <5 mins

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How do I feel?

I feel alone. I can't let people in, I'll only get hurt. I feel scared. Not only of people and places, but of myself too. What if I lose control again? I feel guilty. It's all my fault I'm like this, I just can't seem to change myself.

But how is it that I feel all of those feelings, and still feel nothing?All Rights Reserved

angry depressed okay sad tired

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"I've realized, over the past few years of high school, that people are like vampires. They suck your dignity, self-confidence, and your self-esteem right out of your body, like it's blood. They infect you with the poison of hatred, greed, and selfishness. You can't escape their venom, as it's always there, lurking in the darkness, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. I've learned to deal with the sting of the bite, as it never goes away. I tried to not be infected, but the poison spreads like a wildfire, eating away at every inch of your body, until you disintegrate into nothing, and you're forgotten." 🏅achievements🏅 as of 12/30 - ranked #68 in suicideawareness as of 12/30 - ranked #888 in anxiety