But not really.
On top of everything that’s going on in the country regarding the Epstein files-
In my own personal corner of hell I have the voices in my head talking about you, constantly saying “she’s just been raped”
Rape rape rape rape rape rape rapre rapre relapse reps r fuck.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
I’ve already, multiple times, justified why I have to live, why I have to just keep fucking going, but more and more this feels less like and illness and more like a trial that I have to pass.
There is no reward, and the trial may go on for the rest of my fucking life for all I know but quite literally I am powerless, at least in this state, post workout, YouTube on in the background and ready to rub one out before bed.
Fuck.