February 2012
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I’m happy.
I’m happy.
I’m happy.
I don’t even know what to do with myself.
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I hate that I’ve become a danger to myself. I hate that I never reach out to anyone. I hate that I think I have to resort to such things. I hate what I’ve become. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it.
January 2012
55 posts
I start every day with Florence Welch.
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I’m okay with being unimpressive. I sleep better.
– Mark, Garden State
Do you ever feel like that bottle of pain killers tucked away in the back of the medicine cabinet is calling your name?
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