My lips feel weird, rubbery. Like they’re not even attached. Especially the left half of them, like I was just at the dentist’s office and got one of those injections. My chin feels like it’s melting.
Ughk. Yuck, and my stomach feels super knotted and tight. Ughk. ICK. Why do I do this to myself… ye gods, what horrible torture. What the fuck have I done to myself, lol.
I… um… thought maybe about going to… rehab, yes rehab, after talking again with Cady. I had kind of a horrible time with her, as she kept needing to cajole me to breathe, lol. Oof, was that embarrassing. It’s like I forgot how, or something. So horrible. What a dreadful experience. And of course my brains feel like they’re trying to run out my ears again. UGH. BLECH.
So yeah, rehab. I also talked with Demi Lovato, who kind of solidified the idea. Boy was she wierded out when she saw me, haha! I haven’t spoken to her in ages… I need to change that, she helped me, I think, at least after spending some time trying to get her used to the whole “telepathy” thing again, lol. My eyes keep running, and running. Oh gods, I swear I’m not crying, I swear it. And I DO mean that.
So I FINALLY know what I’m doing here. I think I should use this blog to document my symptoms, at least until I go to rehab. I mean, unless I can get this thing under control, first.
Jeezus I can’t believe my life has come to this, oyyyyyyy. Whaaaaaaaat the fuck, lol. Rehab. Rehab. Me. REHAB? WHAAAAT THE FUCK TOM?!?!?!?! aaaaahhhhhahahahahahaahahaha!!! Yeah. Ouch, lol.
sigh…