My world is slowly crashing down around me.
My hopes of recovery are falling away from me.
My needs to use unhealthy coping mechanisms are getting stronger, day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.
My heart physically hurts.
The tears won't fall to get out the feeling.
Just numbness and dread fills my insides.
I can't voice verbally how this feels so I write in the hopes it will make some sense.
I have no control over my life.
I am a puppet controlled by some external being.
I am an alien pretending to be human.
My favourite hoodie somehow feels itchy.
My mouth feels gross even though I just brushed my teeth.
My world is wrong and I no longer belong.
To you it's a small inconvenience.
To me it is the end of the world.
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