I’m not sure why my brain is (still) trying to kill me, but it is.

There isn’t much left to say. (Except maybe; goodbye.)

I know if most people who see me regularly saw my words they would be astounded. More shocked than anything else. But it’s just part of the way I survive. And sometimes, despite what everyone sees, I am very much not ok.

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