So the doctors won't tell me any details. I am pretty sure they are going to tell me I have a terminal illness at my next appointment. I'll no longer be

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So the doctors won’t tell me any details. I am pretty sure they are going to tell me I have a terminal illness at my next appointment. I’ll no longer be worried about the future, because I won’t have one. Instead of being forgotten, I’ve started to make a list of people who wronged me badly and should not outlive me. Karma is more than a female dog. It’s me. What have I got to lose? Nothing.

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it feels strange, but i’ve grown to like sticking myself with needles. my veins, especially. i don’t know, it gives me a feeling of control over my own body that i didn’t have before and control over something i used to be so afraid of. just the idea of piercing my own vein would make me lightheaded and nauseous before, but now i like seeing my blood fill the barrel. it doesn’t hurt nearly as much as i thought it would. and the rush of dissociation from a hit of ketamine is a very interesting and intense sensation

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