I'm working at Novotel. I first started as a cook, now I switched in being a waitress. I didn't keep track of how many days I've been working in this section, but I'll count about 10 days or so. It's a boring position but I can't move now. I move so many times. This is my last stop.

Anyways, I wonder what life after death is like. When I was hospitalized and was recovering from being poisoned with drugs, I thought I slept in bed for a year, was rotting to death, was dying, a demon was messing with me and was on my way to hell. I don't remember clearly what really happened. Was it drugs or did I experienced going into the afterlife? I had my blanket covered my face and head. I was ready to die, but my mom pulled the blanket down from my face. It was really weird. I thought I was going to hell. I was hearing voices even when I was taking a shower like someone was speaking to me. It's likely that it's meth. I can't die and come back to life. It's impossible.

Eversince I moved to Rayong, I don't hear voices anymore. I'm still on medication and it's really helping me. The pills I took are for people with bipolar disorder, but somehow it works on me. I'm not bipolar.

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