Today is just today.
And tomorrow I'll be another person. Just like yesterday I was another person, that I will hardly remember as the days go by.
I'm doing better. Which means I'm feeling awful as shit. Not even the thought of killing myself is giving me comfort. Because it is as if it wasn't even a solution anymore. Doing better is the only solution, and it hurts really bad.
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