If I were another person, I go on. I wouldn’t want to deal with me, I don’t want to deal with me. It’s so hopeless. I want out of this life. I really do. I keep thinking that if I could just get a grip of myself, I could be all right again. I keep thinking I’m driving myself crazy, but I swear, I swear to God, I have no control. It’s so awful, It’s like some demons have taken over my mind. And nobody believes me. Everybody thinks I could be better if I wanted to. But I can’t be the old me anymore. I can’t be myself anymore. I mean, actually, I am being myself right now and it’s horrible.
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