Today I learnt that as humans we need 8 positive touches every day to function properly, and I recalled that I barely even hug my own mother anymore. No pat on the head well done or a hand to hold
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How do I explain to the teachers at school that the reason I don't do my homework is because I feel like I'm losing my ******* mind and all I can think about is relapse and then being strong for those I love
******* hell what is a life without purpose? What's my purpose? Who am I ? Where am I going? Who will I be? Who the hell has these answers because they're not in any textbook nor poem I just want to ******* sleep.
I don't even dream anymore.