I called.
he said thank you for telling him, and he was sorry.
I left it at that. and hung up.
I got the medication, four pills.
which ment I actually had to eat something.
which was a shame. I cant let my mind sit alone.
I need to occupy myself, or the disgust kills me.
I hate myself. I am so detached.
so fucking frantic. I just want to leave.
float away somewhere alone,
and never have to feel anything.
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