Self-loathing that rises to the level of deploring.
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Whenever I walk past an ice-cream shop, I just can’t not buy an ice-cream.
My fear of confrontation.
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Probably when I didn’t sleep for a week on drugs in 2009. I’d had a lot of meth and my heart felt like it was giving out. I remember climbing over balconies really high up, and I thought I was going to die, until I eventually fell asleep in someone’s garden.
The last time I held my children and every time before that. They’ve been my salvation.
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