I wanted to get away from everyone. I wanted to not have to take the tablets. I wanted to be normal, whatever normal is.
I have a massive bruise on my hand. My mum keeps hugging me, with tears in her eyes, and telling me she loves me. My head feels fuzzy again. Everything is a mess.
It's been two days since I last had a drink of alcohol. I feel useless and empty. I feel alone and broken. But at least I don't want to die anymore - that's progress.
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