I don’t even want to blog. But I’m like, I probably should write an update.

I had like 10 drinks yesterday, hallucinated like hell, the episode was not sudden onset this time it was slow onset which surprised me like hell. It’s normally a discrete transition. Fuck.

Seeing faces in everything, and hearing everyone’s voice, strangers telepathically assaulting me. I went to the store to buy booze, it was good beer, with the car, without telling my mother where I went. She was worried about me.

I’m so damaged. I love my parents so much. Why am I so angry all the time.

How can love heal something to desperately, desperately broken?

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