So I couldn't do it. I'm addicted. My body is addicted. And I can't help it. I can't help but feel like a failure. I tried, I really did. I just can't take it anymore. The anxiety. The random doubts of nausea and light-headedness. I can't take it. I have no reason to be depressed or anxious, but it happens. It's a physiological problem
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