now i'm high and can feel human again. except i still feel extremely anxious. but i will be fine. i hate being sober and i hate being drunk or high. what am i supposed to do? my meds are turning me into a zombie of a terrible person. my body doesn't feel like my own. my body has been the property of anyone but me for the longest time. ptsd comes in constant waves. i have no idea how to be myself. i hate writing now. every bit of my personality has faded away. i am destroyed
-july 12, 2022
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