I used to have a big life. I had friends. Now I take prescription drugs by the handful. I took 90 xanax in 3 days...now I just try to exist until my next refill is available. I have no feelings left except shame, guilt, loss and the desire to die. Every smile from me is fake. Every laugh is forced. Every friendship is a full time job for me to struggle to maintain. Nobody knows who I am. Not really. My life is all make believe, all lies, and i'm only 31. I hope I don't live much longer.
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