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Monday, January 05, 2004

I've decided to start taking my medication again. I admit I cannot fix myself. After months of thinking I was finally happy, I realize I've lost sight of what true happiness is. My brain has turned against me, and my thoughts are in civil war. Do I believe those who tell me I'm not good enough, that no one really loves me, that I'm being tricked time and time again? Do I believe in those who whisper and comfort me, telling me to black out the world around me, that all this pain will pass if I just let go? I want to let go. If only I knew how.

I don't trust anything you say.


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