God, I'm not good. All I want is a fucking hug amd someone to say "it's ok, I know it's tough", not more talk about my need for pills. Yes, I'm fucking crazy, yes I need pills, but until my insurance kicks in I don't get them. I feel unappreciated. I feel like crap. I'm all angsty and emo, and there's not enough nicotine in the world to mollify me
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