there’s much going on that I really don’t feel like writing about.

I thought on my way in of maybe going back to therapy. I know I can go back to the same person, I’ve known him since I’m 8 and I would just lie to him.

It’s been 3 years since my run in with crazy M. So today I found myself in the same subway station, looking at the tracks…..getting that feeling of letting go.

I don’t think I’m sucidal, it’s just a tangible memory. Reliving a feeling I had. 

At work, in a great deal of bad pain, just trying to get through the day.

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