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I was drunk out of my fucking mind when I made that post. I don't really think I'm a true danger to myself anymore. I have to say I feel a lot better after typing that out. I guess I just needed to vent about it. I used to take these things to my friends, but I don't want to take advantage of them by using them as a dumping ground for my struggles. I also just really dislike having to talk about things, I wish I could brain it out internally.
I've woken up with new resolve today and I'm going to try going cold turkey on the booze. I feel good

I'm not mad at anyone anymore, I used to be, but that year forced me to understand the suffering and finality of death. How can I be mad at anyone if everyone deserves compassion? We're all thrown into the meat grinder to grow old, suffer and die, how can compassion for others not be the answer? Then again I put my cognitive dissonance on display. I know this is logical and I believe it for others, but the concept of self compassion, or self love, all those terms that get thrown around now in self help guides are just completely alien to me, if I ever practice it, I don't really recognize it.
It's funny you mention it though. Shortly after the events of my story, I started learning guitar. I've been getting really good as of late and it is my daily escape. What kind of stuff do you play?

Thanks for the reply anon