I relate so much to the posts here. Other (dare I say normal) people don’t think like this. Don’t feel this pain. Don’t fantasize about dying, about how beautiful exhaust smells. I know it’s wrong with my head, but my heart gets hurt over and over, and I say “It’s ok, I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” And the best the woman on the SP hotline can say is my cats need me. How lame a life is that? But I guess I wouldn’t have searched for this place and posted if I didn’t want help. It […]
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