The bathroom floor. That’s where I’ve been sleeping and hanging out for the past few days/nights. It’s somewhere to be alone, and an isolated space away from my cat whom I can feel can want and provide too much affection. First it was my mom and now it’s the cat.
On the next page is something I wrote at three AM, with minor edits. It contains mentions and/or descriptions of suicide, self-harm, and drugs. The third page is more light-hearted.
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