I know this probably sounds selfish, but I feel like people let me off the hook for things because I'm ill. I mean I understand how if you can see I'm not coping then maybe you could put up with me smoking, because the smell coming from my room is only temporary. And you can ignore the fact that I continue to binge drink, despite the meds, because you know I'm still not drinking as much as when I lived with my parents. But I still feel like you should be shouting at me to stop hurting myself in every way I can find. It wouldn't stop me, but maybe it would make me feel something. Something real.
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