The only people I really want to talk to, won’t talk to me. It’s still sinking in. My symptoms tend to push people away. It’s happened before and it will probably happen again. But it never stops hurting any less.
It’s like I have an evil twin, running around and ruining things. Because I can’t help it. My symptoms are what lead me to this blog and they are why I will probably die this way.
Maybe after I’m not such a hassle and have electricity shot through my head, maybe then you’ll talk to me again. Until then I wish them well.
I forgot what day this is. Too tired to do math. Sobbing too hard to see the keyboard. todat things could hardly be worse.