... feels like eternal hell. Nothing
less. Pain, anger, confusion, hurt
never knowing how I'm gonna feel
from one minute to the next one.
Hurting because I hurt those who I love.
Feeling misunderstood.
Analyzing everything.
Nothing gives me pleasure.
Once in a great while I will
get too happy and then anxious
because of that. Then I self-medicate.
Then I physically hurt myself.
Then I feel guilty because of that.
Shame.
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