December 30th was a good day. But the last good day.
It was the beginning of a descent into incoherency. I saw the signs and willfully ignored them.
Wrought with guilt, I feel numb with regret. I betrayed the confidence and responsibility entrusted to me.
It's too late now. At 6:43 p.m. on New Year's Eve, I called the ambulance but the damage was done.
Life has changed course in only a day. Any hopes or aspirations I ever had are gone. Conditions can only get worse from herein.
I know that self pity does no one any good. But it's hard to shake it off. I truly wonder if I should haven't been born.
Everyone I know has suffered from associating with me.
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