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I can’t even write properly. It’s sloppy, i gave up on everything. I lost myself in drugs. I didn’t know who I was. No one did. Everyone said I always looked ill, pale, my skin was ugly; pushing out shards and again “wasn’t myself”. I find it sad, I never in my life knew who I was until I was release from rehab, and was clean for a good while. I’m Angelika. Kind hearted, yet cruel. I’ve realized I let everyone walk on me. No more. I’m an artist, I’m negative, I love helping others. I only have one real friend who I believe I might be inlove with. -I’ve also come to terms my biggest fear is to lose my mind once again. I was lost, but I’m proud to say I’ll never lose myself, I won’t risk it. I’m not going to just drop everything and remain clean, but also not going to binge as I used to. No one’s perfect, and judge as you may, but I needed to write this out. I’m sorry.