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Can we please normalize some people not having empathy, or having low empathy.
Sorry that the low to no empathy neurodivergent person doesn't understand why they should apologize for your dog dying. Sorry that they don't see how it's their fault. Maybe you should've asked to vent too, because I know your ass didn't.
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glacierreblogs · 1 year
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I, Remus Coriander
Kind of a vent fic, a lot of this is how I was feeling before I was on meds. So I'm not gonna tag anyone in this, but I will be sharing it.
CWs: hallucinations, manic episodes mentioned, depressive episodes mentioned, sort of suicidal ideation(like it's not quite there yet, but not far off),
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I’m going crazy, that’s the only explanation, I’m going crazy. I, Remus Coriander, am going crazy. There are people there and then there aren’t. There are shapes floating in the sky. Something’s crawling on me, but nothing is there. Where can those conversations even be happening! I, Remus Coriander, can’t tell fiction from reality sometimes. Most times now actually. Do dragons exist? I swear I heard one the other day. Can animals talk? That racoon was speaking just fine. Heard it actually say human words. Do fairies exist, I saw a few the other day, one was dead. It kind of looked like me. Should I ask for help? Maybe. But I’d rather die than be put in a psych ward. Plus, I know of no one else who goes through this. Some days the emotions are high, other days I’m depressed, and then come most days. Where I’m fucking normal, which makes me feel like I’m making this up. My family doesn’t see anything wrong with me. Sure, I haven’t told them a fucking thing, but if they don’t see my mood swings as these terrible, awful things, then surely everyone has them. How else do I explain what’s going on. I mean, Roman is hyper all the fucking time. Maybe he gets depressed just as often too. Maybe he’s just better at hiding it than I, Remus Coriander, am. 
It’s been a fucking week. And I, Remus Coriander, have only gotten worse. What the fuck is going on. I know it’s not normal, I see the weird glances when I look at something that’s not there. The hallucinations, because apparently that’s what they’re called, seem real enough for me to touch. Like I can see the whiskers on that cat, that’s not even there. Because I’m inside the house and we don’t own a cat, do we? Do we? I’ll have to remember to ask again later. Actually maybe not, cause I don’t want to be sent away if we don’t own a cat. I can’t handle being alone with my mind right now. But also, my hallucinations are translucent enough for me to slightly see through them. Can I see through this cat? Yeah I can, and oh, it’s gone. 
Y’know what I hate more than anything. It’s people who say stuff or do stuff and pretend that they didn’t. Or when they don’t say or do stuff and pretend that they did. I’m supposed to be in on the joke too apparently. Do you know how hard that is for someone who woke up that day thinking that zombies exist. Do you know how hard that is for someone who’s brain says that something’s there when there’s not. Do you know how hard it is to live…
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glacierruler · 11 months
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Is Anything Even Real
CWs: suicide attempt, hallucinations, delusions(where it's hard to separate fantasy from reality), attempted murder mention, blood, overdose, Please tell me if I missed anything
Some key info: Remus has bipolar I disorder
All based on things I almost did and/or I'm going through/fearing will happen
This story is told from 2nd POV in Remus's perspective.
Taglist: @hyperfixated-homo @cutebisexualmess @uhhh-hi-there-i-am-nervous @lily-janus @virgeandhis-pocket-protector(you used the raise your hand emoji on the discord server, so I hope you don't mind me tagging you, but if you do, tell me and I'll remove it) Tell me if you'd like to be added/removed from the taglist!
CWs: suicide attempt, hallucinations, delusions(where it's hard to separate fantasy from reality), attempted murder mention, blood, overdose,Please tell me if I missed anything.
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I’m like a bird, you thought to yourself. I keep flying through windows thinking there’s nothing there. Hitting the glass and falling on the pavement. And no one cares. You’re mind keeps going. Maybe I’m like a bug, caught in a spider’s web. It’s a perfect analogy for how you feel right now. Having woken up and legitimately thinking that your brother is a zombie. Didn’t help that he had the scars to go with it, but that’s your fault. If I hadn’t been out of control with my emotions that day. Sure Roman said he forgives me, but I almost killed him! Your parents had started looking at you differently after that. You were supposed to be the protective older sibling, not the person that they had to protect their son from. And Roman was always cautious around now. Sure it was to be expected, but it still hurt. Maybe you should just die. Reality was harder and harder to mix from fantasy every day. Sure the meds helped you. But they tampered your emotions, and you don’t like the feel of that. Roman had been hurt when you weren’t as excited about your birthday present that he’d made you. You remember the light fading from his eyes, when you could barely muster an “it’s great!” He had worked hard on the creation, and it had looked great, plus it was a useful stress toy. You still used it to this day. But because of the meds you weren’t as energetic as you used to be. Although it also helped with the hallucinations. “But not all of them are gone are they?” Where did that voice come from, probably just your consciousness, you thought to yourself. Not ready to deal with what would happen if the hallucinations were worse. You didn’t want to switch medications. What would the next one do? Would it help as much as this one did? “Or at least as much as it used to.” And okay, maybe you were hearing voices, but that didn’t mean much, maybe it was just you saying it. Except you hadn’t felt your mouth open. If the hallucinations are getting worse, and your disconnect from reality is getting worse, then what else is getting worse. Maybe it’s just your mind, sure your hallucinations were just your mind tricking you. But maybe-
Then you saw it. A large, bird, it was semi see through, meaning it wasn’t real. But it looked real. So did that crawling sensation that you felt all over your skin, but you were ignoring it for now. It’s beak wasn’t moving, it was just staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel crazy. You couldn’t help but pick up the shampoo bottle and throw it at the thing. It hadn’t been real. It couldn’t be real. Birds weren’t even partially opaque. But you couldn’t help but hope that the thing felt pain, for all the pain it had caused you. Throughout your life, and through this morning. As you turned to look back in the mirror you saw blood rushing down your eyes. That was it. You told yourself, after feeling around your eyes. You weren’t able to deal with this anymore. You go outside the bathroom. 
“Remus,” you faintly heard your brother say, but you rushed past him. Nearly tripping down the stairs, you start crying. Maybe the tears are made of blood. You rush to your medication bottle, and you down the whole thing. Not wanting to deal with anything anymore. Everything starts going fuzzy within five minutes. You hear screaming, and talking, and maybe this was a rushed decision but it needed to stop! It takes fifteen minutes until everything goes dark.
You wake up in a bright room.
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extralargetshirt · 1 year
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Well I keep visually hallucinating.
Must be stuck in my psychotic episode, still.
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beaujagr · 7 months
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oof.
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context/content warnings: relationships, bipolar I disorder, mania, depression, conflict, communication, disability, house repairs, plumbing problems, car accident mention, illness mention, PTSD, money mention, mention of insects (bees/yellow jackets) in housing structure, self loathing, healthcare
I've been manic for around a month I think now, and I'm sick of it, and I'm sick of myself
My health search for answers to the issues I'm having still has not come to fruition. I got several negative results this week, but no information or answers or progress. I'm running out of ways to justify the medication to help reduce the symptoms I'm experiencing, and yet have no way to confirm or treat those symptoms, and I am struggling to communicate with my doctors and terrified of what will happen if we can't find an answer - whether it turns out to be "nothing" or it just gets worse.
At the beginning of the week, my weekly meeting with my spouse was mostly composed of him explaining to me that my conversational tendency (clear in this post) to put multiple problems or items in a list at the beginning of a conversation before anyone can respond, combined with my inability to tell the length of a pause in conversation meaning I often don't wait long enough for others to respond and accidentally overlap or start talking before they can, is making it virtually impossible for us to communicate without him becoming very overwhelmed and frustrated. I do not have a solution yet. Later this week, my partner (other person) was sick with a sinus infection and went to pick up something at the store, and on the way, got rear-ended and it caused notable damage to his car, the involved law enforcement were negligent at best, and he ended up having to to the ER the next morning because of a messed up shoulder and whiplash. It was all really triggering to me due to my own accidents, and I was concerned about him & wanted to ensure he could get all the paperwork and stuff done so I have been helping him where I can, but he's been super irritable because of the discomfort and stress, so our communication has been rough.
We had a leak in the same water pipe that recently was repaired for almost $1k, and it followed with an additional leak yesterday, and I have been managing contact with the insurance partially. I was talking with my spouse about the expenses, and in his stress, he decided to withdraw from his 401k (something I agree we had to do) but didn't confirm the amount or the final decision with me, and it made me feel left out. He apologized, but the stress surrounding house issues and finances is tied to communication struggles.
Multiple delays and failed communications led to us getting a nest of yellow jackets in our casement window that I've been trying to clear out now because my partner is allergic, and it's been a nightmarish and exhausting process and I'm very sick of it.
The disability office fucked up my paperwork and I had to redo a whole bunch of stuff and resubmit it, and the communication surrounding it has been really confusing and stressful.
Someone I've been talking to and spent some time with expressed to me that my overwhelming level of communication and use of multiple platforms to communicate, especially on a daily basis, has been stressing them out and making them unable to build the energy to desire seeing me in person (the opposite of my intent) and asked that we reduce our level of communication. I respect and understand this, but I realized I can't really tell the correct amount of time to wait between sending messages, whether this means I should not go to events we would be at simultaneously, and whether I shouldn't communicate in shared chats, and even asking them about those boundaries made me want to throw up because I don't want to bother them more than I already have but I so much want to be able to be connected to them and continue having good experiences and a good time. I feel like an asshole and I'm also stressed and confused.
On top of all of this, my therapist called me out in therapy for inserting myself into my partner's lives too much and doing too much labor beyond my energy levels and faculties related to things like paperwork, scheduling, logistics, house maintenance, and healthcare. I explained initially that they sometimes do need help, and while some of it is because I don't want to see them struggle, and because I don't trust systems or authorities or service people to actually be helpful and I don't want the consequences of them failing to execute those things to have fallout on me, that's not all.
My biggest struggle is that I know that when I had to deal with all those things and didn't have people helping me, especially when I was struggling a lot, it only made things worse for me. What I want is to ensure that no one I care about ends up like me. I don't want them to have to experience failures and losses over and over again, burning out and losing everything repeatedly, and ending up a burden to everyone they know and love and feeling permanently and constantly unworthy of even asking people to respect their boundaries or help them meet their needs. No one should be like me. I don't want to be like me. It was a really rough session.
What I've learned basically is that when I'm manic, I'd be better off locking myself in a box and tossing myself in a river than trying to engage with other people, and that my experience of the world has only taught me that I should hate myself just as much as the world and other people so often make me feel like they do.
The idea of someone I care about ending up like me because the system and other people failed them makes me hypervigilant in concern for their wellbeing and ability to do things like necessary paperwork, get care, meet daily needs, and so on, because I know that the consequences of not achieving all of those things has any potential that they might end up being like me, and I'd rather run myself to the ground and die than have more people having the experience of life that I have had so far.
The worst part is, this entire week has only reinforced all of these feelings for all of those reasons and events above, and has left me in a state that I don't know what to do. I hate myself so utterly and inexorably, and every day gives me new reasons to hate myself more and also confirm how I am constantly and unendingly just disappointing and stressing and overwhelming and failing everyone I care about and many people I don't care about so much.
I don't know how to keep being this person. Mania is bad, but it's not like I'm better when depressed or apathetic or hypomanic or burnt out. I'm never just okay, and I never will be, and the world is never going to stop finding new ways to reverse every ounce of progress I make. I don't know how to do this anymore, and I'm not allowed to stop existing, so I feel like I'm stuck forever. I hate it, and I hate myself for making it so much worse every time.
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inkpothot-blog · 1 year
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Trooper, student, trooper
Hypomania while on Cymbalta.  Six years later, restart Cymbalta. I hold, considering, asking my psychiatrist, “Still Cymbalta? Hypomanic episode back in 2017. Check your patient notes.” My psychiatrist: “Well... We’ll see what happens.” Here’s what happens. Mania, followed by psychotic breakdown. It is important to note, here, the difference between  nervous vs psychotic  breakdowns. Nervous breakdowns imply that stress cannot be handled.  Psychosis involves breaking from reality (hallucinations, delusions). I went to bed that night thinking it was noon. I went to sleep thinking that we were living in a dystopian Matrix combined with Little Shop of  Horrors. --- This is all to say, I am a little pissed at my psychiatrist. 
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prisonhannibal · 2 years
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what’s the biggest red flag character you relate to for any reason
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prismatic-ink · 3 months
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when the humor so good people think you have a mood disorder
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heymacy · 27 days
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IAN GALLAGHER + his journey with bipolar disorder
╰┈➤ “At times, being bipolar can be an all-consuming challenge, requiring a lot of stamina and even more courage, so if you’re living with this illness and functioning at all, it’s something to be proud of, not ashamed of." - Carrie Fisher
#happy world bipolar day to all my bp babies#(more thoughts at the end of the tags)#shameless#shamelessnet#shamelessedit#ian gallagher#cameron monaghan#*macygifs#bipolar disorder#hello pals how are we doin#i made this gif set in july of 2023 and never posted it because 1) i was terrified to share it and potentially see Bad Takes in the tags#and 2) because my hyperfixation was waning. and while both of those things are still mostly true (the fixation comes and goes)#i feel like it's really important to share as ian's bipolar storyline was not only so vital to his character it was a bit of representation#that isn't often given to the disorder and those (like myself) who live with it every single day#world bipolar day is a day where we can both celebrate ourselves and our resilience and also raise awareness of the reality of the disorder#which is both terrifying and beautiful at its core. this disease is not a death sentence or a sentence to an unfulfilled and miserable life#while there are challenges galore when it comes to balancing life with this disorder it IS possible to live a full and productive life#and i think it's really important to have representation of that in media - and while shameless dropped the ball on a LOT of storylines#over the years THIS is the one they really fucking nailed and i am incredibly grateful#i first started watching shameless while in the midst of a major depressive episode and i was later (finally) diagnosed during an extended#hypo/manic episode - this show and ian's storyline got me through so much and made me feel so seen and validated in my struggles#world bipolar day is also vincent van gogh's birthday (happy birthday buddy) who was posthumously diagnosed with bipolar disorder#and who experienced both depressive and hypo/manic episodes during his lifetime (and was regularly institutionalized)#it takes a lot of help and support to keep us going. it takes the support of our family and friends and *most* of all#it takes patience and kindness and understanding - which is so so so easy to give if you are willing to love and listen#so please. be willing. listen to our stories. be patient with us. show us love without conditions. support us in any way you can.#we are worth it#i promise#anyway. that's really all i wanted to say. happy world bipolar day to those who celebrate (me) and may all of us living with this disorder#go on to live happy fulfilling beautiful magical lives
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ooppo · 9 months
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Btw for anyone who needs to hear it: thinking that people are reading your mind/your thoughts are being heard by everyone is not normal. It's a symptom of psychosis and could be linked to a psychiatric disorder. This, too, goes with hallucinations.
This may seem like a no-brainer, but to teens who don't know what symptoms look like, they may jog it off for a number of reasons. I did, too, when I was in highschool! As a freshman I was having delusions/hallucinations and I didn't tell anyone because I thought they were cringe and weird. I chalked up my hallucinations to me being "tired". People who have psychosis often don't realize that what they're experiencing IS psychosis. This goes the same with other classmates/friends/loved ones. If someone comes to you with concerning behavior (even if they are joking about it) you should take note of it.
In highschool I remember a kid talking about how he could go into the matrix and he had a whole other world to protect/do missions in. He would also go still for long periods of time randomly. I thought he was weird and didn't think much of it, but those are symptoms of schizophrenia (delusions/catatonia).
I would appreciate it if this got a reblog so it could potentially help those recognize these symptoms in either themselves or others!
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I wish I could have seen a post like this when I was younger. Then I could have avoided a lot of hardships and would have gotten treatment a lot sooner
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It's funny. You'd think with a disorder known for it's massive mood swings and episodes, having NO emotions would be out of the question. Sometimes when I'm on a low it's like. I genuinely don't feel depressed or sad. I just feel absolutely nothing. So my face is blank. People'll ask "Are you ok?" No, but nothing's wrong either? I feel nothing, but it's almost worst than being full on depression low.
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everyone-is-emptyy · 1 year
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zivazivc · 2 months
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Sorry if this has already been asked before but why did the band break up? And did they break up on decent terms? Do they still talk to each other sometime?
It has been asked before, I just never answered jshfbdjcbh I'm still piecing everything together and stuff is changing or getting tweaked all the time, so I'm always super hesitant about answering these types of questions, afraid that people will take whatever I say as the final answer. So basically what I'm going to answer now will already contradict what I told some people already. And maybe in the future the story might go a little differently too (although I'm pretty satisfied with the current events)
Uhhh, get ready for a long info dump. I didn't expect I'd write this much...
Floyd basically stayed with the band for 8 years (from 14 till 22) and got pretty messed up in the process. The rest of the guys are all quite older than him so I guess I could say they were more responsible, or at least had a better understanding of their own limits (also they grew up in this kind of environment or grew up aware of it, while Floyd was oblivious and naive about all of it) and while they do get drunk and do drugs often, none of them are really dependent on them. They are also pretty good judges of character and know how to avoid trouble. Floyd on the other hand drove in with no breaks and constantly got himself in trouble that the rest (mostly Les) had to drag him out of. He also developed bipolar during this time (in my story Floyd constantly fluctuates between being saturated and being desaturated because of this) and his manic and depressive episodes started getting out of hand after his teenage years. (None of them are aware it's a mental disorder that's making him act so out of character.)
Floyd was becoming miserable because of this and all of his problems pilling up, and started blaming Les for the way he was. Les never argued this which only fueled Floyd to blame him more. In the end he was getting so frustrated and irritable that Floyd constantly tried starting arguments with him, even putting him down and getting aggressive at times because Les gets very unresponsive and closed off during personal conversations (guy is a giant onion of suppressed trauma that Floyd is hellbent on peeling open).
Eventually there was one fight too many, terrible things were said, some objects flew through the air, and Floyd walked out (or Hed kicked him out, I haven't decided yet) with the promise of going home and never seeing them again.
So, yeah, it was very messy and Floyd was the primary asshole, even though he's not really to blame either...
But Floyd didn't make it home (was too scared to sneak through Bergen Town to get to the tree (i don't think i can judge him for that either)) and he just returned to the reckless lifestyle, this time without anyone being there to keep him safe. So if he was messed up before, this is the time period where he got absolutely fucked up. This is also when he got heavily addicted to sour worms. And when he chronically slept around (half the time just to get offered free worms or have somewhere to sleep, other times because he was having manic episodes and was feeling hypersexual). (This is also potentially the period when he had the two eggs with that techno troll, but I'm still thinking if I want that to be canon to the story or not.) During this time he also grew to become very anxious and his self-confidence went to shit when he was being himself.
Then after about three years of that, he bumped into Les at some party. He wanted to dodge him out of shame but Les grabbed his arm and manhandled him outside to talk. Floyd felt like shit about the way they had split up and tried apologizing for all the stuff he had said and done to Les, but Les wasn't having any of that because he wasn't angry at Floyd, he was just worried about him. Les is also insanely empathetic like Floyd, and he knew that Floyd never really meant any of it, and that he was just looking for an outlet when he was hurting. Also he does think he is to blame for the way Floyd ended up.
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Les wanted to know why he didn't go home like he had said (because that was the only reason Les had even let him walk out in the first place). A few exchanged words later and Floyd broke down telling him all the awful things he'd done, and Les promised to help him, feeling insanely guilty. Floyd wondered if he was allowed back in the band but Les made it clear that the band wasn't good for him and that he was never taking him back. Instead Les helped him go though rehab. I don't think trolls have those institutions (or at least not many are aware of them or how they work (I'm sorry but I refuse to believe the Trolls world has internet and cellphones, Mountrageons can keep that for themselves lol)), so it was more or less just Les finding Floyd a job and his own place to stay in the middle of bumfuck nowhere where he had no option but to detox, and constantly checking up on him to make sure he was doing okay. During this time they grew pretty close again. Or maybe the better term would be that Les slowly started putting his walls down again.
Hed needed a while to warm up to Floyd again. He's almost as protective of Les as Les is of him, and he resented Floyd for the way he had treated him.
Flea is pretty phlegmatic when it comes to any sort of arguing or drama. He was casual about seeing Floyd again, they were never super close anyway.
And Liv, she left the band when she and Hed broke up (haven't decided if that happened before or after Floyd left), so Floyd didn't get to see her again after bumping into Les at the party. And I haven't thought yet if they'd ever meet again somewhere later in life. But if they did, I think they'd both be happy to see each other.
Anyway...
Floyd managed to detox and successfully kept the job for about a year, but then he became manic again and messed it all up. After that he returned to his nomadic lifestyle, but he never fell as hard as those three years again. In my story Floyd's life is a constant cycle of getting his life together and fucking it up and booking to the next place. And he and Les are trapped in a never-ending cat and mouse game where they're both trying to fix each other.
So, uh, Les and Floyd are still very close and see each other somewhat often...
(sometimes monthly, sometimes yearly)
Yeah...
I am so fucking obsessed with them I'm gonna hurl. Please take this song before I combust:
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thevirgodoll · 1 month
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a lot of people have destroyed others by saying “I love you” but throwing them away in the trash later when communication is off. why say “I love you” if you’re going to lose patience and kindness later? why say “I love you” if you can’t have perspective for your partner’s pain, not just yours? why say “I love you” if you’re going to devalue and discard?
sometimes, people idealize us and love who they create us to be… and never get to know who we really are. they get upset when we don’t fit their projections. they think feedback means you love them less. they think days YOU are struggling is hatred. they think their lashings for going outside of the “rules” is love. they cast fear and doubts on us because they don’t even love themselves enough yet to believe you love them.
people are doing things in their best interest and should just admit it. they say they love you to get something from you. they don’t even know what “love” is. they don’t even understand the concept. when they have it they destroy it with their bare hands. but they would never want anyone to do the same.
I am tired of everyone using “love” so loosely when the truth is that they love the future ahead and can’t even have patience learning who we are now. genuinely would rather die than ever hear it again fr
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480pfootage · 9 months
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clearpilled and mentally sane
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hey there ;)
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