would butso im writing am despite psychiatrist appointment early tomorrow work need talk this im writer least was had feel like ive lost talent writing book genius slowly got worse worse writers block pretty much stopped lost  best friends once ive isolated two years straight used lovable carefree fun despite depressed even back then would still full life friends loved make people laugh everyone told comedian id get high friends push shopping cart went funny tangeants got sorts trouble cant even smoke pot anymore anxiety roof body feels sort way get panic attack really bad panic attack anything set influence drugs alcohol feeling nauseous especially public anyways rekindled one old friends same might sound narsicistic im trying honest always pretty friend im simply put it dont get compliments anymore dont feel beautiful anymore fact feel extremely ugly inside out im conflicted nervous wreck let go period isolation gained ton weight already little chubby that developed eating disorder really torn fuck apart lost weight cost   something pounds most chubby morbidly obese anything im  something lost starving myself ive tried start eating since job would always feel nauseous eating couldnt deal like said intense fear throwing up dont need rhat top already crippling anxiety associated leaving house mental part still much there still feel absolutely disgusting never ever good enough big nose fat thighs flat butt ive lost beautiful thick hair starvation im piece shit writing thing again therapist recently said something talking wanted author said something along lines actually writer think youre writer hurt ive writing years didnt beat stopping enough already anyways point im low low past years want end bad problem is im  live mom shes single hell back child recently lost husband parents brother grandma  span half decade shes strong strong enough deal finding dead daughter either purple swollen hanging bloody disfigured shooting myself dont want destroy like that thats all friend boyfriend know fact would able carry on mother though dont want die simply dont want hurt her know wont live im selfish fucks sake dont know do waiting around really driving farther farther insanity passing day thoughts became dark violent dont know fuck anymore way medication dont see switching since anti depressant doesnt cause weight gain
would butso im writing am despite psychiatrist appointment early tomorrow work need talk this im writer least was had feel like ive lost talent writing book genius slowly got worse worse writers block pretty much stopped lost best friends once ive isolated two years straight used lovable carefree fun despite depressed even back then would still full life friends loved make people laugh everyone told comedian id get high friends push shopping cart went funny tangeants got sorts trouble cant even smoke pot anymoreanxiety roof body feels sort way get panic attack really bad panic attack anything set influence drugs alcohol feeling nauseous especially public anyways rekindled one old friends same might sound narsicistic im trying honest always pretty friend im simply put it dont get compliments anymore dont feel beautiful anymore fact feel extremely ugly inside out im conflicted nervous wreck let go period isolation gained ton weight already little chubby that developed eating disorder really torn fuck apart lost weight cost something pounds most chubby morbidly obese anything im something lost starving myself ive tried start eating since job would always feel nauseous eating couldnt deal like said intense fear throwing up dont need rhat top already crippling anxiety associated leaving house mental part still much there still feel absolutely disgusting never ever good enough big nose fat thighs flat buttive lost beautiful thick hair starvation im piece shit writing thing again therapist recently said something talking wanted author said something along lines actually writer think youre writer hurt ive writing years didnt beat stopping enough already anyways point im low low past years want end bad problem is im livemom shes single hell back child recently lost husband parents brother grandma span half decade shes strong strong enough deal finding dead daughter either purple swollen hanging bloody disfigured shooting myself dont want destroy like that thats all friend boyfriend know fact would able carry on mother though dont want die simply dont want hurt her know wont live im selfish fucks sake dont know do waiting around really driving farther farther insanity passing day thoughts became dark violent dont know fuck anymore way medication dont see switching since anti depressant doesnt cause weight gain
Pero yo estoy escribiendo a pesar de la cita psiquiatra mañana temprano trabajo necesidad de hablar este escritor im menos se sentía como ive perdido talento escritura libro genio lentamente peor peor escritores bloque bastante parado perdido mejores amigos una vez ive aislado dos años seguido utilizado diversión adorable despreocupado a pesar deprimido incluso en ese entonces todavía la vida completa amigos amaba hacer reír a la gente todos le dijeron cómico id conseguir altos amigos empujar carrito de compras fue tangeants divertido tipo de problemas no puede ni siquiera fumar pote másanxiety techo cuerpo se siente de cierta manera conseguir ataque de pánico realmente mal ataque de pánico cualquier tipo de influencia drogas alcohol sensación nauseas especialmente público de todos modos reavivado un viejo amigos igual puede sonar narsicistic im intentar honesto siempre bonito amigo