I Just Can't

It's like being on high, then it comes crushing down.

I hate this feeling. I hate how mellow it makes me, and how it feels like I can just melt into a puddle of goo on the floor. Icky, yucky goo.

After the the imaginary happiness, the pain hurts very badly...manifesting in different ways that will put a strain on my physical being.

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I hate myself.