I send regrets to all those I've failed. To the things I have not achieved. Tonight I attached myself to a cold bottle of inexpensive chardonnay and forced myself to stop halfway through. I know I can drink it all without the hangover and next day regrets. I also know I won't feel anymore than I feel right now so why bother?
Psychiatric institutions are too good for me and the general public is below what I can feel, sense. Who are you and why are you infiltrating my life? I questions quietly as I look into the eyes of those I know well and those I don't know at all.
Can you hear my cries for help or are they lost in the sea of madness?
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i have no advice for you. keep at it. we need you in this world of ours.
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