Support system

My breath was heavy. Messy life. Sleep is the only option I have. I don't even dream. I just sleep. And wake up just to sleep again. I only function when people ask something from me. To run some errands, to accompany them to shop or eat, to do whatever things for them, I live for that for months because I lost my support system. No I don't really lose it. It just decided to drift away.

I must have died a few times.

June, 2016.

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