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for the past ten days my life has slowly gotten worse and worse and my mental and physical states have both been deteriorating and i have slowly come to the conclusion that actually there is no hope or joy left for me in this world and i’ll never be okay again and then i realized that it might have something to do with sleeping in a room so hot that i wake up every half an hour and get postnasal drip from all the mucus my body is producing to try and protect my airway. like honestly i always thought i was a little more mind over matter than this but no i think being in extreme throat pain for a week and also not sleeping for more than half an hour at a time will make me feel like i need to quit my job and drift out to sea
