I’ve been laying here for 12 months now, about month 8 I could get up again.
I miss the feeling of comfort laying in bed that cozy feeling.
That’s what I’ve done for a year lay in bed, read on phone, and smoke.
It’s so absurd that they can do this to people. What a waste of human life.
No comfort. No feelings. No thoughts. No emotions. No hunger. No thirst. No motivation. No tiredness. Just a whole lot of nothing.
I wish someone would have told me after the first month that it would take another 7. I thought I’d be sweet once it wore off in a month. I was so stupid.
I also think different now. I’m full of hate and misery.