This would be the time where I would start seriously considering talking to my doctor about increased anxiety, gambling urges, dry mouth, nausea, depression...
As it stands, however, I have no excuse. I'm just quietly going bonkers for no good reason.
I feel like getting drunk before noon. I want to tear my chest open and stuff my boyfriend inside, to protect him from the world and to keep him close to me. And I want to slit my wrists. Not because I want to die; I just want to make a really big mess.
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