Do you ever just hate yourself and your body and your whole being that you just want to crawl out of your skin but you can’t so you desperately want to self medicate and can’t do that either and the only relief you can find is by punishing yourself by cutting your own skin and you get this sense of well being from nursing your wounds like maybe you actually can be put back together?
I’m finding it incredibly clear now that alcohol tends to interact with my meds for at least a day after... whoops. Not like it’s gonna stop me though...