Jun. 22, 2016

I hate not being able to sleep. My mind tends to wander to fucked up places late at night. Like the night she tried to kill herself or that one stupid horrible fucking phone call or how I didn’t know my grandpa died until two days later. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I had such a good week and now my illness is creeping on me. Fucking a I need to sleep.

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