This strange feeling invades me again, this sort of "tired of everything" because you don't want to have fun, you don't want to be cold, you don't want to eat. There is nothing you want to do.

And what fucks me the most is that I can't remember certain things 'cause I've not been sober.

It hurts to see the reality, all I want is to run and hide. I need stuff for my head to make it look happier or i would be all the time under my bed.

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