I feel so isolated. None of my friends can relate to me or what I’m going through. I can only find solace through reading or immersing myself in a tv show on netflix until there are no episodes left.
I feel like I have no true friend I can bear all to. Everyone passes judgement. If you’ve never been through it then you’ll never know how it feels.
Maybe just sleeping can save me, even if my dreams are fucked up and leave me in a daze for half the day.
I can’t even cry: the drugs have stunted me emotionally. I haven’t cried since January. I can feel all the emotion building inside of me, dying to be released, but it’s stuck inside. Someday it will escape me and I will be inconsolable, broken, back to square one. Is this really my life?