this time my tricky dream was different. i raided someones refrirator of six different kinds of alcohol, then went to school drunk.
i like to sleep because my dreams are better than my reality.
im back on the pills and the blade.
it makes me feel better. im sorry.
i want it to be okay again. i want to fix it.
"im a stitch away from making it, and a scar away from falling apart..."
i am not well.
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