This is me trying to make sense of recovery. This wasn't always a recovery blog though, so I have to warn you that if you don't want to be triggered, do NOT look at my older posts.
Thursday, October 14, 2010
I share a wall with my neighbors--my bathroom, their bedroom. I can hear them fuck and they can hear me puke. God-fucking-damnit. Today was supposed to be good.
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