Night number four…

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Night four.

Still sick. Coughing up gelatinous matter that appears to actually fluoresce. Still sober. Bought Chamomile tea which tastes better than the Compost Tea but still sucks arse.

Not in a happy place.

I have come to the realisation that I don’t want to know what’s happening in the real world, I don’t want to be aware of my surroundings or have any memory of the night before. I don’t want to drink tea or remember that I haven’t eaten in two days or go to bed and sleep all night or look remotely healthy.

I am teetering on the edge of this shitty wagon - but don’t worry, I’m not going to fall off, oh no…

I’M GOING TO FUCKING JUMP!!!!!!!!!!!!!