I’m awake. In pain. Back to being constipated. I guess this is my life now? It’s miserable. I don’t know what to do anymore. I feel like I’m just biding my time.

It’s lonely. I don’t know how to relate to people anymore. I feel myself pulling away. I don’t mean to, but my personality is being eaten away by all the pain and suffering. I don’t feel like a normal person anymore.