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The stress made me relapse. the day after new years eve, i relapsed. i broke my four months streak. It didn't feel bad, or disappointing. i didn't even feel guilt. now I feel guilty for not feeling guilt. But it was so good. I relapsed two days into 2025. and I knew it was coming. having never been clean for that long before, i knew I would come back to it. it's my safe place, the pain, the punishment. I want to get worse and to f*ck myself up and I want people to not know about anything until it's too late, until I am done, until it's over.
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Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
Happy New Year
The stress made me relapse. the day after new years eve, i relapsed. i broke my four months streak. It didn't feel bad, or disappointing. i didn't even feel guilt. now I feel guilty for not feeling guilt. But it was so good. I relapsed two days into 2025. and I knew it was coming. having never been clean for that long before, i knew I would come back to it. it's my safe place, the pain, the punishment. I want to get worse and to f*ck myself up and I want people to not know about anything until it's too late, until I am done, until it's over.
I don't think this is even a poem, it's just me ranting about my silly little problems. Can't wait until school starts in a few days and it'll get worse!
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Jan 3, 2025
Jan 3, 2025 at 9:42 AM UTC
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