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Mining might have to do was running out of weed last night. Sometimes when I run out I feel a little shity for a day or two afterwards but I as well suffer from depression and anxiety. I'm bipolar and have PTSD and all that other lovely junk that makes us the Beautifully Broken Souls we are. I'm just glad I didn't drink because sometimes when I drink and I feel like this I go off the rails. Hell, half the time my brain is just one big klusterfuk of racing thoughts and curb stomping emotions.
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