Mucky in ❅journal 2019❅

  • Dec. 27, 2019, 7:53 p.m.
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I don’t have a happy place anymore. It’s all gross and mucky and wrong now. But that’s okay. These things happen.

I been blacking out a lot. And barely controlling myself from falling asleep. But it doesn’t matter. My happy place anchored me but it’s all gone now.

No more stories. No more fantasizing about a new life. Just… forget it

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