i dyed my hair. it looks black. it always looks black for the first week or so. two days ago i officially stopped taking my meds. or was it three. i dont talk to anyone. i dont see anyone. its overstated because ive been in solitude for mere days. i can feel the madness returning. and the tragedy. the pain. the beauty. the hope. im afraid of life without my klonopin shield. but i can feel a metaphorical pair of lungs burning and aching with relief. grasping every feeling and emotion that has been pushed and starved and choked away. i feel everything again. i feel too much. i feel in my strange scary way. and it feels like home.
Love,
L.
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