It was going well after a few weeks. So I thought. I managed to calm down, and after a few days I ate what they gave me. Sure, I hated it here, I hated everyone I saw, included whoever showed up in the mirror- either being myself 또는 my mother. ..But, I was calm. The storm was over for the time being, and I was in the silent stage of the aftermath.
..Then I had a relapse.
I can't remember what I did exactly. I just remember screaming, and breaking the reflective surface that was infront of me- being a window. My hand was in pain from the glass, and I remember the vivid 색깔 of red drenching...
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