I'm not going to write about how I feel like this is the same exact feeling I had in the Winter of 2011. I'm not at the same spot. Tonight, I'm not drinking, something I would've done a year and a half ago. I don't care if I stay up all night. I'm not the person I was any moment before right now.
This is the feeling that allows me to be good at all the things I was. At helping people, reaching out, encouraging, caring. All these things are simply a coping mechanism. For a feeling of helplessness.
I'm done writing. I'm going to try to sleep. I'm going to wake up tomorrow, and it's going to be a new day.
It's funny. I was talking about how I need to stop comparing myself to the past. How I need to stop missing the old me. Now tonight, I feel like the old me. And I fucking hate it.
Broken people helping broken people. Ain't that the truth in this fucked up world. Once you're okay, you stop giving a shit.
Hug always. Tomorrow someone you care about could die. Don't let them die without knowing that you're thankful for them.
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