Dear diary,
You’d think that after jerking off I’d feel better, but I don’t.
What happened in the morning totally ruined my day.
Went to SGH for too see the specialist and the therapist, only to find out someone cancelled my latter appointment and shifted it to tomorrow. Ended up just seeing Dr Lee, which was a disaster. By the time I came out of her clinic, I felt so bad I messaged Kimber and QY. Was thinking of OD-ing on Fluoxetine (a.k.a placebo drug) but decided against it. Ended up stuffing horrid-tasting buns into my mouth, and washed it all down with 1 packet of sickly-sweet, Peach-flavoured Resource Breeze. Slept like a fucking pig in the ammo store. (Interesting how I’m surrounded by ammunition though I pose a risk to myself, but I’m far too grateful for my commanders’ trust that I shan’t act on whims).I really, really hope Kimber will get better soon…she really deserves so much more. She’s one of the rare few who don’t judge, who listen, and who understand (without needing to say “I understand).
I can’t help but feel that everyone’s angry with me (though I’m certain they’re not). This paranoia’s just getting to me. Bah! Am tired… hopefully tomorrow would be kinder.
I’ll be writing in my good ol’ Wordpress journal from time to time, since it gives me the choice to password-protect some of my posts. I’ve got no idea who prowls through my thoughts…
Mahen’s going enlist tomorrow! I’m so excited for him, hahaha! :)
And Eron wants me to say: “Cum is thicker than blood!” - Looks like someone’s channeling his inner Chris Crocker.
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Warmest,
Sujith
