Would be a neat title for a horror story. Could explain the torture I go through daily. I’m literally counting down the days. I’ll be honest. My face fucking hurts. There is something in there. The sores on my neck alone should be a telltale sign that this is infection.
I would just love to say fuck all infectious disease doctors. You are all useless fucking twats.
As time gets closer though, the more worried I become. I did buy a pack of cigarettes to get me through this bullshit. If it comes down to it I’ll do it to calm me the fuck down. I don’t wanna go back to it. Just a temporary thing.
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