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Go Back.
I’m almost certain that I need to go back to therapy. My thoughts are excessively violent, constant; I’m losing focus on life. I want to die. Stronger every day. I have plans. I can’t go back because the fear is too strong. The judgment is too severe. They knew too much and I disappeared. To go back would be a pathetic “I told you so” and that would be worse to bear. Familiar faces are worse than ever. I will avoid contact. I cannot go back. How to fight necessity? cut yourself. starve yourself. Free yourself. I wish I would.
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Hard.
It is hard to explain to someone how I feel.
Life goal: death.
Plan for the week: not to die.
Graduation plan: move away so no one will notice when I’m dead.
Make no connection. Don’t relate. Keep your distance. I’m not looking for relationships. You call me selfish, but it is understood as “living.”
How do you describe these desires to someone who has never been in your shoes?
Lie. Make them feel better. Make them agree. Make sure you keep your story straight.
Disclaimer: you can’t escape the end.
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