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I think I had it even before I met him. I've been like this for a long time now. But it never was so bad. I haven't slept or ate since 18/12. I'm a mess and I feel guilty for not helping myself. Its like I have lost the will to live. And just like a junkie would do, I succumbed to my drug and texted him. I'm not strong enough to fight this. Not now, I'm going through too much. He is fine.
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