Re: There Are Two of Me Now
And it really captured my eye, because that's how I have felt for the longest time. That the old me is gone, only to be replaced with some fake ass bitch. I hate it, but everyone else is proud of me. "You look so healthy and beautiful!" and "You're so nice and friendly." But really i'm not. And I haven't been myself for so many years. It troubles me to think that i'm never myself, and like you said the only thing really keeping me afloat is the meds. Without them I think I might go back to the old me, the thinner me, the person I want to be.