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Interesting that the doctor absolutely does not give a single fuck other than being "bothered". I can't tell if he's a sadist or a coward, but each is usually also the other.
I should've just necked that clonazepam, all 120mg or however much went down the bog, but there was a high risk it would've just left me in a coma and/or caused brain damage, or left me gradually suffocating over a long period. Which was probably the intention.
I really need to find a way out. This world fucking sucks. Trouble is everything I can think of either has a greater chance of just permanently damaging rather than killing me or is gruesome enough that it's practically impossible.
This fucking sucks. I still have nightmares about Michèle dying every night, I still see her dying face as I tried to give her CPR every day, my social anxiety is so bad I never see another human being and my doctor's response is "I'm not helping you so fuck off hassling me, last warning."
