Believe it or not, I was thinking around day 1-3 or so about something. So when you kinda quit everything or are in the process of doing so (because it really is not a one day thing) then there really is this period of time where you really get irrationally selfish. It’s not really selfish, but it’s not really possible to be even remotely social either.
It is tough, because it will really occupy your whole life for at least a few weeks. Visa runs, and stepping in glass were not exactly the right thing at the right moment.
I think I dealt with things pretty okay, considering the circumstances. I just decided to keep as quiet as possible.
Which wasn’t very quiet, but at the same time I think that the average person would have died 25.000 times already. So that said, I’m still somewhat alive right. Barely, but still.
I think it was okay.
Lorazepam is down to zero.
And I lost count of the other one. Whatever it was exactly.
Let’s start over.
