What the fuck, I just wrote this ridiculously logn entry last night & it's not fucking here. I guess it's better that no one had to read it but STILL.
I am dying. My stomach is killing me. But I'm getting medicine today & I'll be alright.
I might actually go to rehab next week but I doubt it. I think they forgot.
UGH I HATE MY LIFE OMMGGGGG I AM TWELVE AGAIN.
I am dying. My stomach is killing me. But I'm getting medicine today & I'll be alright.
I might actually go to rehab next week but I doubt it. I think they forgot.
UGH I HATE MY LIFE OMMGGGGG I AM TWELVE AGAIN.
i remember when i experienced the deep dark hole. so close so close so close to understanding...i felt totally ripped to pieces by my drug, but knew it was the moment to pull to me all the warm, good feelings i had about myself. to go back to a simpler me.
YOU ARE A BETTER PERSON THAN WHAT THIS STRUGGLE GIVES YOU CREDIT FOR, ARIEL.
seek out rehab, a break from everything--don't be passive and wait for it to come to you.