[Rabby-chan]

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highs and lows increasingly severe.
no, i don't pretend to be a sociopath, it's just a very good saying.
and the metaphor with a blocked tear tube wasn't that much of a metaphor, it seems.
at least it was. until i started suffocating at the stairs, and couldn't breathe at all, until i cried out loud, and started weeping, and crawled into my flat as a sobbing thing.
and yeah, i don't give a damn about closed diary, 'cause it's the first thing i lay my hands on.
and that can't be, just can't, but it is and it's the way it is.
i don't know what to do with it. if i can do anything.
sick and tired of crying, yeah. add commas whenever you like.
hell, i hate this.
may be it's still time for drinking, more pills are certainly not good.
and training is all well, but when all the limbs are shaking, it's impossible to do anything.
fuck this all.