I fucking hate the nights. Fetal position. What can I do? I know that moving around will make me feel better. I have to find something to do. I’m getting cold.
Saturday afternoon, still don’t know the date. Its mid afternoon and it’s warm outside. I’m still so fucking bored.
Waiting. Running through my head. 12:29pm. I’m listening to the radio. I can’t fucking move.
WHITE
CHRISTMAS
FUCK
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