My skin feels like it is going to crawl straight off of my bones and leave me for good. It’s tired of me putting it through this every few months. My stomach has shown it’s obvious rage for three days now, threatening to cause an accident. My emotions are on a pendulum… I’ll cry at the beauty of a song one minute, but by the end of the song I’ll have come to the conclusion of I’d rather not hear that song again, ever. I haven’t missed work because of this, which some friends find fascinating, they say “dude, how can you even function like that?”. I’m not sure, but I know I’m ready for it to be over one way or another.
Sometimes I think it would almost be better to take it all and never come back. I can stop and start all I want, but the fact that I know in my head that I will in fact start again is depressing. They say, “you need a higher power”, “you need God”, “you need to give it away”. Well fuck me, if somebody wants it, then by all means take that shit!
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