Hi my name is kim Life on the border... between neurotic and psychotic. The cuts have to be bloody, and the scars bright red. it's sometimes the only way to express the indescribable pain and torment in my mind and soulthat i go through everyday of my pathetic existence on this planet. Sometimes i feel to much, instead of an empty hole, I'm bleeding to death emotionally. Alcohol slows everything back to numb again. Then the numbness scares the hell out of me, and I do something just to remind myself I am alive again. A chronic feeling of emptiness. A deep hole in my stomach. An emptiness that i dont know how to fill. Think rollercoaster, think everyday journey of nauseting ups and terrifying downs, with no end in sight, and no way of opting out. Mix it with a nearly non-existent attention span and total lose of objectivity. Now imagine you are seeing it projected in front of you with no ability to intervene. Like a virus constantly evolving new strains. it comes back worse and worse and goes up higher and higher. So there it is im on meds now, they work to a certin extent; they have stolen my dreams, and thrown me into this dazed version of life. Where all i can do is react, never act.
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