It is 5:03 in the morning.
I need sleep.
I am sick.
I am horribly bad at getting the things done that I need to.
I hope that writing all of that out will be good in the long run, but I really don't want to ever ever recall it again.
I am very sad.
I don't want to go to my dark room when I am this sad.
Deep down, I am still a small child, and the dark is scary.
I want to grow past that.
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