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laying in bed, crying tearlessly in the dark, not being ale to be held, the cat not wanting my atentions. i hate night. 2 1/2 hrs sleep and im awake. like really awake. i want to sleep but i cant. i canta nymore, it seems, im always waking, always laying int hedark. stomach hurts. thik it might just be empty.
i know its stupid but i was thnking about how i have pressed charges against this guy and there could be a trial and he could go to jail. and i know what he did was wrong and bad and all that shit but at the same time i feel like its mean, its wrong, its bad that i do this to him, that its not justified, that its unfair to try and take his freedom. why am i so fucked up?
the angel on my desk with its arms around its knees sits like me. its my favorite.
i know its stupid but i was thnking about how i have pressed charges against this guy and there could be a trial and he could go to jail. and i know what he did was wrong and bad and all that shit but at the same time i feel like its mean, its wrong, its bad that i do this to him, that its not justified, that its unfair to try and take his freedom. why am i so fucked up?
the angel on my desk with its arms around its knees sits like me. its my favorite.
