I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I keep searching for my purpose and for something…anything that can make me forget everything. Sometimes like a couple of days ago, yesterday, today… I wish there was a little pill that can erase all my memories. I want to wake up a new and different person and see life and see the world with a different perspective because i can’t do it on my own. I’m more than damaged, I’m half dead.
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I don’t know what I’m doing anymore either. I mean just look at my username.
The other day instead of hanging out with friends I decided to literally daydream for about 6 hours.
Relapse is better than prolapse.
My “friend” uses pills that completely blocks out her life. They make her happy and not feel any part of her shitty life. These pills haven’t been working lately because her tolerance is sky high. She’s going to have to take a break. That’s why she’s been forcing herself to workout in the morning. It’s something to help replace the drugs until they work again.