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Why is it that people hand me their problems on a paper plate and expect me to give them back a piece of bright new china? I think that sugar is my drug of choice. I use it and abuse it like a drug. Then i crash. Why do i have these responsibilities? Why cant i fix myself? God why? I feel like something is struggling to get out, but i dont know what it is, and i fight to supress it. My throat gets caught and i feel light headed, more like uncarring. Escape.