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I was exhausted, didn't even feel like it - but relapsed, anyway. Addiction.
It is a void, without hope nor joy nor a sense of self. Only sensation, which is quickly vacuumed into the same pit your virtues vanish in.
Another night of relapse. I have to stop. This is getting dangerous. I'm losing control.
Rejection is universal. The pain should decrease, even if the memory stays. Life goes on. Keep being the best you can be.
God damn it.
I've always appreciated the openness of the people here. And I just don't want to be a lurker. I have to start encouraging people (and me.)
There's no use being on this site if I'm not involved. If i can't motivate myself to be a part of this community, then I need to go!
Going to start seeing a counselor for this addiction. Hopefully this will help!
Seriously thinking about seeing a counselor for this. It's too damn far gone, now.
Jesus Christ what the fuk am I doing with my life. I can't be such a hypocrite. No respect, none