[ he hates these drugs. he fucking hates them. he feels like he can take on the world but they coil in his gut so deeply, upending his insides. they don't fix his head, they don't fix anything. they just twist inside of him and pull him apart until he feels nothing. until he's nothing.
he was something before, though. he was something, wasn't he? ]
I'm trying... I'm trying! I'm fucking trying!
[he can feel tears. they're his tears, even if the drugs are telling him they mean nothing. it doesn't matter. he doesn't matter. but he does, because she's telling him he does, and he's trying so hard to hold on to that.]
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he was something before, though. he was something, wasn't he? ]
I'm trying... I'm trying! I'm fucking trying!
[he can feel tears. they're his tears, even if the drugs are telling him they mean nothing. it doesn't matter. he doesn't matter. but he does, because she's telling him he does, and he's trying so hard to hold on to that.]