July 12th, 2009
I’m exhausted. I can’t function. Everything’s a blur, everything’s a mess, my head can’t cope. Things are spinning out of control. Guess what I’m doing the next 3 days? That’s not going to help, it really isn’t, but that’s what I have to do. I’m getting sick of being told that well, at least I’m earning money. I’m past the stage of not caring, I really couldn’t care less. All I care about is actually being able to function and my health not deteriorating too far. Yet I’m torn, and I know which way it’s going to go, the same way it always does.
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