At this point, I just realized that the meaning we give to our lives is very important. I can be larger than life one day and in the dumps the next day. All due to the decisions that I make. So today I ride with the melancholy only to fight again the next day.
That is how serious my dependence on the dopamine surge.
Damn... It is because of food.
I need to be thin again. I need to fight sugar.
This is my real calling. I need to pursue health and happiness.
Right... Today I read the book on Depression.
Fuck it. I'm not going to read any more books.
I will write my own story and I will read what I write.
I know already. My battle is with the fucking medication and the dopamine void.
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