Yesterday I dead ass took a seroquel and went back to sleep after only about an hour and a half of being awake. Today I spoke to nobody except one of the annoying tweaker friends who woke me up. I’m slipping back into having mush brain because I’m once again not eating enough. It’s like fucking Flowers For Algernon but real life. I just want my friend back. I wish I could pull myself out of this but I know I won’t.
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I don’t have much to say other than to tell you that I heard what you said, and I wish you easier times ahead. Maybe post this in a place where it’ll get more traction
