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I’m going insane.

I had a dream this morning, that I’m in a psychiatry (or some such kind of hospital, the feeling wasn’t like a place where people go to die), where I met a really cute blond girl (which I think was working there), who convinced me to go to some group therapy and we left in a car that was passing through the center of Sofia, hugging,
And I woke up, as my left hand was hurting, something was crooked. I swore and got up, had no way of getting back to sleep (it was 7:30)…

After which today I had to go to the bank to do something, and the cashier looked a lot like this girl. I decided it wasn’t a good idea to tell it there …
(her name is in the documents, but there’s nothing about it in google. hm.)

All the days that make me think that anti-psychotics might be a good idea look like this.

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