other self have taken much from ym life. But I've lost so much already.
My opportunities for love like my chances for so many other aspects of
normal life are dashed by choice and by the other and by mental illness
- and all these things are me.
"I", that thing that is synonymous with the concept of the I in cogito
ergo sum (and as a truth of existence) am feeling the weight of all of
this at this present moment in time. I'm used to it. I know I have a
different life now, a different way of looking at things and many other
positives I've achieved by going throguh the worst experience known to
humanity. It doesn't mean I don't feel the pain. I just suck it up and
drink till I put my life back together again and get back to my work.
The joint and the bottle are my substitute for many things.
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