I'm in the worst place I can imagine. That stupid, selfish, dark loop of self-indulgent depressive bullshit.
Nothing is going right. Nobody is treating me well. The world will not embrace me.
I am not a functioning and accepted part of the universe.
I am the loose screw that rattles in a piece of still-functioning machinery. I am the broken filament amongst the millions of lighted bulbs on a marquee.
By my own hand, I am but an outsider on the inside.
So, my mind, will you let me resolve to be happy again?
I think it's time we rejoin and restructure and force our way back in. I'm ready to be stable again.
Please.
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