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Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.

It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Saturday, 8 June 2019

Head

My neurological symptoms have been worse than usual.
Going into them would just be depressing, but long story short my neurological issues quickly aggravate my psychological ones.

As such I have spent much of today finding myself thinking, every time that I see my wrists, that the world would be better off for everyone if I just slashed them open.

It may say something about my neurological symptoms that the previous sentence is not too depressing to talk about but they are.


My brain is not my friend.
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